“What’s wrong honey?” My mum called as I slammed the door shut and leant against it. Of course, the annoying trait of, ‘Act like nothing happened,’ Appears, the argument yesterday can’t be brought back up.
“Nothing.” I squeaked, wondering how I’m going to explain the missing bag and grazed hands.
I’m not fit enough to run all the way back home. I had to slow to a walk a few… Like eight… Minutes back and got my breath back and heart rate down. Scarcely, after my nerves had calmed, the doorbell rang
Was it that man?
Or worse that dog?
Ok, I’m over thinking it, how can a dog ring the doorbell?
I peeked out of the eyehole in the door, something I never do. No one is there.
Cautiously I cracked open the door, on the doorstep unexpectedly stood my satchel.
“Who is it?” My mum asked walking into the hall, just as I snatched up my bag.