A girl comes home from school to find her mother upset (300 words) |
I walked into the house, locking the door behind me as I came in. My mother looked at me, a look of disappointment set on her face. Her eyes bore into my face. I guess I was in trouble. “What is in your closet, young lady?” she demanded. No. She couldn’t have found out. “N-nothing,” I said weakly. She’s totally going to buy THAT, my conscience told me, the internal me rolling its eyes. I white-knuckled my backpack straps. “Tell me right now. It’s been making weird noises and I’m afraid of opening it to hang up your laundry.” Now I had a dilemma; do I tell her the truth or have wet laundry strewn on the floor? I could hear the rustling in my closet, and the sliding doors lightly rattling. “Is it dangerous?” my mother demanded. “No,” I said firmly. “There’s nothing in there.” “There’s something in there. If not an animal, your clothes.” “There’s nothing in there!” I repeatedly angrily, but I started shaking in fear. She stormed off, walking towards my room. I ran after her, and her hand inched toward the door. “Don’t look in the closet!” I cried. She looked at me, and chuckled in that you’re-in-so-much-trouble kind of way. “Why shouldn’t I?” she smirked, her arms crossed and staring me down. “You’ll scare them.” “Scare what?” she now looked genuinely confused. Slowly, I opened the closet. I had been fostering a mother cat and her kittens in my closet. We lived in a “no-pets” rental house, and I was prepared for a diatribe. I closed my eyes, preparing for the worst. But then I heard her say, “Aren’t you the cutest thing?” I opened my eyes and saw her holding one of the small kittens. “Stop ogling and get some yarn!” she ordered. |