“Take That”
19/8/2002
Age: 14
Dear Diary,
“CLASH!” I wake up shaking, my eyes as wide as snowglobes. A window was shattered, sending tsunami size sound waves rattling the house. I am surprised my parents have not awaken. I know that they're still asleep. What used to be the comforting sound of dad's snoring know seems annoying. Why can't he be awake when you need him? I can't hear my younger brother Tom sleep talking but maybe his duvet is muffling the sound. I turn over and place my head on the surprisingly soft pillow and do my best to forget about the collision. It could have just been a glass are something my mum left out before heading of to bed.
“THUD!” Sudden thuds on the staircase makes me wrap my duvet around me like a cocoon. The continuous footsteps making their way towards my room startle my body into a paralysed state. The criminal swats their head around my bedroom door making sure he is in the clear. I clamp my eyelids closed as a flashlight scans over them. When I realise the blinding light is now facing in a different direction I manage to force my eyes open. The conniving creep is now leaving my room with what seems the silhouette of my brand new piggy bank, which may I mention is filled with my birthday money, $150 worth!
“DINK!” without realise I have dropped my sweat dampened teddy bear on the wooden floor causing its marble eyes to make a pathetic sound alerting the criminal that I am indeed awake. The footsteps slowly but surely creep their way back towards my room. My heart beat floods my body overpowering the sound of tip toeing.
“Creak!”my doorknob does a 180 degree twist and once again the criminal re-enters. How is Tom not hearing all this? The torch does one last scan like a lighthouse before leaving once again. I lay my head back down on the pillow and try my best to get back to sleep and eventually….
“ZZZZ,”I am so grateful its the weekend. All I have to do is go to the shops with my little brother buy him some toys, come back home and chill. I get ready to leave and wait for Tom at the front door.
“HURRY UP!!” I yell at him. He comes bounding towards me like golden retriever. As we stroll through the streets I glance down at Tom. He looks pretty stylish, checkered top, denim jeans, and combat boots. Well... stylish for a five year old. We enter the toy shop and Tom sprints towards the electric helicopters, cars and firetrucks.
“Tom, come back you can't afford any of that stuff!”
“Yes I can, look!” and with that he yanks out $150.
“Ouch!” I can't believe it! I am dragging Tom out of the toy shop by his ears, he is kicking and screaming but I couldn't care less at the moment. I chuck him down on the park bench and force him to tell what his was doing snooping around my room at 2 O'clock in the morning.
“Well….” Tom begins.
“HURRY UP!” I yell.
“Well as you know I have been saving up for decades to by an electric helicopter doing all these stupid jobs like washing the dishes, hoovering, dusting, all that kind of stuff. Then your birthday came around and I saw you getting all that birthday money and I thought, BULLS EYE!” So in the middle of the night I snuck downstairs to get my combat boots to make me feel more like a spy. As I was sliding on one of the shoes I tripped on something, maybe one of the dog's toys. I'm not sure what it was, but it sent me flying into the window smashing it into shatters.” He finishes out of breath. There is an icy silence.
“So then you snuck into my room took the money and went back to bed .” I commented with an edge to my voice I had never knew I had.
“Exactly.” Tom replied a sly grin spreading across his face.
How couldn't I have guessed it?! The combat boots, no sleep talking, and the big giveaway… a criminal the size of a chickpea.
After I trudge home and report Tom to mum he his forced to hand back the money plus the piggy bank and if that's not bad enough he has to do all my chores for one, whole, month! This is great. So, I just have one more thing to say to you Tom... “Take That!”
Very funny Chloe!!
- Tom
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