I sat on the floor next to the kitchen table.
The book I was holding was Pride and Prejudice. I had been reading it since last week. It was a good book so far. I loved the time period it was set in and the romance between Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth. It was different, but funny and exciting.
I read on.
My goal was to get the book done before school started.
Then I stopped reading. The window was open and outside I could hear footsteps. They came nearer and then faded away.
The first thought that came to mind was my mom, but no. Mom wasn’t home. She was at work.
I got up and set the book on the table.
Then a boy passed by the window. The same boy! He was heading toward the woods, behind our house.
I ran as fast as I could to the back porch.
“Hello?!” I yelled to the woods and the trees, but nobody answered. The boy wasn’t there.