LESSON 10-The uNuSuAl visit June 23, 2008
Posted by uNbReAkAbLe in lesson 10.Tags: chat, cloth, father, girl, hell, life, love, mother, mouth, shock, stick, thief, unusual, update
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After talking to Nida on the voice chat I spent all night thinking about her. I don’t why I did this. But I was feeling nice thinking of her, thinking of her voice and thinking about the voice when she smiled!! I was feeling good. I noticed the wall clock, which was hanging from so many days had stopped working. I didn’t really wanted it till now. I was eager to know the quantity of time I spent thinking of her.
“This clock wont show time when I want to see.”, I whispered to myself. I remembered about the small watch I had been gifted from a friend on my birthday. But I forgot where I kept it. Shit!! How can I forget it!
I searched it under the bed, in the drawer, in the almira, took out all the clothes just to check in them. Frustration and anger were building in and I still couldn’t find it. I had searched all my room.
I thought about it once more but ended up nowhere. Drank a glass of water and my mind clicked.
There was a wall clock in the guest room.
I went into the guest room without waking my mother and father. I looked at the wall clock and I was shocked!! It was 4 am and I have been thinking about her since 10 pm last night!!!
I was thinking about this and I heard knocking on the door. I was surprised. ‘Who will knock at 4 in the morning???’
My mind started working. It can be a thief or may be a thief with a weapon(both are different mind it).
The fear was starting to build. But I had to do something. The knocking was becoming louder..louDER…LOUDER!!!!
I went to my parents room.
“papa, mamma wake up!!!!”, I screamed. They were quick. Both of them came out and I told them the reason to wake them up.
“pick up the stick lying there.”, my father ordered. The knocking was growing.
My mom picked up a long cloth just to grapple the ‘thief’.We were prepared. Dad with the cloth, mom ready to open the door and me ready with stick.
Mom somehow gathered strength and opened the door. Dad quickly put the cloth and I started to beat the hell out of the ‘thief’. I suddenly thought,’why will the thief come through the door ????’ I knew I had done something wrong and my parents had also got involved in it. I suddenly stopped and pulled off the cloth on the ‘thief’.
And we were there standing with our mouths open in a shock!
PS: sorry for a late update.
PS: question of the day does unusual happen?
