Anything

By: Kate, 6^th Grade

            I woke up after a long sleep, petrified suddenly. I was in a cold sweat almost in a panic attack, my eyes bulging. I must have screamed in the middle of the night before I woke up because my mother was sitting on the edge of my bed and our housemaid, Nellie, was standing by the door. Apparently my father must have left in the middle of the night, or else he would have been there.

            “Are you awake, Martha, dear?” my mother, who sometimes I called Ma, said in a sweet tone. I noticed she was holding my hand with the most concerned look on her face.

            “I’m okay, I’m okay,” I began hyperventilating from fright. “My life has just been turned upside down,” I stood up out of bed twisting in circles, dizzy from my dream, when I crashed back onto my bed. From there I fell back to sleep for the next hour, this time dreamless.

Black Out

            My dream was me on a motorcycle driving away as if there was nothing in the world that I should care about. Then, right in the center of the road, there is the deepest pot hole you could have ever imagined. I tried to dodge it, but it was just too wide. I crashed into the curb flying in a circle, over my bike, now my back parallel to the ground. As I landed, I crashed onto my feet going down to the ground on my stomach. I screamed a shrill, high-pitched tone, one the sort a mouse would do as I went airborne. From there I woke up, scared to die, or break my scull as I almost had in my dream.

            About an hour later I woke up again, still freezing, and still sweaty. No one was any longer in my room. I walked downstairs to see Ma and Pa with a strange man who I had never seen before.

            “Martha, this is Anything, he will be representing you in court,” Ma introduced. Anything, no longer the strange man, waved to me, mouthing the words ‘hello’. I beamed back, just happy to see him, Nothing and Something’s cousin. He wrote down and gave to me, “I’m going to need you to give me the story of what happened, so then I can get on your case.” I nodded walking to our library, with Anything following behind me. From the kitchen’s left door, I continued walking in this direction through several rooms until I reached the far room, the corner of the house.

            As we entered the two-story room, full of books to the ceiling, I sat down in one lounge chair. Anything sat in the other chair, which so happened to be a blue hand. Anything handed me the same paper he had written on before, this time saying, “Now, begin just before you drank the gooey stuff, please. I’ll start typing now instead of writing my questions down.” As I read this he was already getting his touch screen type phone looking object. The problem was it wasn’t a phone, it was too big. Basically, the size of a computer screen, but there was a screen on both sides.

            When he turned this device on, a swooshing noise came from the thing. I stood up looking at either side of the thing, seeing that both sides showed the same thing. I finally understood. He would type whatever on his side, and I would see it on the other.

            “Oh….” I couldn’t help letting my curiosity escape. Anything nodded, smiling to let me know I was figuring it out. Before I knew it he was already touching the screen, as fast as lightning. On the screen the words appeared, “This device is called a Speakernus. I will type into it, it will speak those words, or you can read them.” The voice coming from the Speakernus was a beautiful, deep, man’s voice, calm, smooth, and the type an announcer might speak.

            “I guess I’ll start?” I questioned with the most girly high voice I’d ever heard from myself.

            “Okay,” Anything typed.

            I began telling the story with so much detail of everything, that it took three hours to retell the story to Anything.

            “Wow…” Anything typed, “you gave me so much detail, there’s no way you could lose your case now. Then again, you weren’t going to lose it in the first place.”

            At the sound of the Speakernus, Nellie brought in lemonade, not wanting to disturb the tale at its peak. “Lemonade!” she announced.

            Anything took a sip with concentration of deep thought on his face. “I will see you tomorrow. We already scheduled for court tomorrow. I just needed to hear it form you,” He wrote. As soon as the Speakernus finished saying what he wrote, it swished off, and went straight back into his case. He got up and left, but I didn’t mind. I watched him leave through the next door then sat back down sighing. Today, once again I had missed school, I really wanted to go.

            I decided to call Nothing and Something, surely they were awake by now. It was… I checked my watch, 11:00. My iPhone was in my room, so I ran up there, realizing that I was extremely exhausted and hungry. Maybe I should eat first. Before I even reached the stairs, I turned right back around and ran to the kitchen.

            “What would you like for your brunch?” our cook, Morris, asked.

            “I guess just cereal. No. I want spaghetti,” I sighed. Spaghetti always made me happy. Even when I was truly depressed, it always cheered me up, somewhat. Morris immediately began working on my spaghetti, always having my family’s favorite foods in stock to fix. I finally made it up to my room, exhausted now from just walking. There was my iPhone, right on my bedside table. I picked it up and sat down on my bed, having already hit speed dial to Nothing and Something both together.

ring.

Ring.

RIng.

 RINg.

RING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

            “What, what do you want Martha,” Nothing yawned.

“Ya, you woke us up, Martha,” Something agreed.

“You slept that late?” I asked.

“We were watching the Harry Potter movies last night seeing how many we could watch until we fell asleep watching them. HUH. Mom let us skip school today because she said it was a beneficial experiment that taught us to not stay up late. But it was fun,” Nothing couldn’t stop yawning.   

“Yup,” Something agreed again. “What do you want anyways, Martha?”

“Well, I. Oh never mind. You can just go back to sleep. I call you back a 1:00,” I was disappointed. Just like the spaghetti, every time I talked to either one, or both, of them, it was comforting. It was nice to know I wasn’t the only one who missed out school today. Then I realized, Morris probably had my spaghetti ready by now. Dropping my iPhone onto the bed, I ran down the stairs, at this point, ravenous.

“You’re just in time, Miss Caballero. And, here is your spaghetti,” Morris handed me the bowl filled with noodles and tomato sauce. While I gulped this suiting meal, I began to daydream. What would happen after I went to court? Would someone else come after me? Would we even lose our case? Even worse, was this going to be on TV? I began to shudder at the thought of becoming famous and a super star of some sort. They always had stalkers of fans. Would I get one too? My spaghetti was causing me the opposite affect for the first time. But it was too late to not eat the rest, it was already gone.

At this point I didn’t know what to do, so I walked up to my room, when my iPhone began playing the song Thriller by Michael Jackson. When I answered it there was heavy breathing on the other end and finally a voice started speaking.

“Everything you have, destroyed. Don’t go to court or Everything will be destroyed.” Then there again was the heavy breathing, but all of a sudden the line went dead. Of course I had been in this situation before, threatened. Only this time that serial killer wasn’t Nothing like it had once been. This time it was unknown. Everything, the voice had said. That was Nothing and Something’s mom, or did it have to do with my stuff? Once again there were all these questions I didn’t want to try to answer but was going to be forced to, or else.

Before I could do anything else, my iPhone played Thriller again. This time I cautiously answered the caller. It was Nothing on speaker phone with Something.

“We’re coming over, now!” they both said in unison, hanging up the phone as soon as they said that. Okay, I thought to myself. Maybe they knew about the phone call before theirs. To pass the time I looked around my room whistling, when I heard a bang on the kitchen door downstairs. Without hesitation I ran down stairs, opening the door, and ushed Nothing and Something inside. Was it possible they could have run that fast from their home? Or did they just already start down here and call half way? I was asking myself too many questions that I couldn’t answer.

“Martha, I need you to tell me exactly what the person said on the other line before we called,” Nothing sounded serious and urgent.

“Well, Uh….. It was kind went like. Um… They said ‘Everything you have, destroyed. Don’t go to court or Everything will be destroyed.’ Ya, like that,” they both knew I sounded scared. Something began telepathically conferencing with Nothing. I didn’t know what was going on, it must have been a twin thing. “So, what was the big deal?” I asked completely unaware the twins were exchanging shocked glances that I didn’t know.

“Well, that person on the other line was a friend of the man that tried to kill you yesterday,” Something began.

“The person who called, there name is Glacken Hobakee. You know the, serial killer,” Nothing got to be so quiet at the end I burst out with range, now knowing there really was someone out there to kill me.

“WHAT??? WHAT HAS HAPPENED? I SIMPLY BANG MY HEAD ON MY LOCKER AND NOW A SEREAL KILLER IS OUT TO GET ME? WHAT!!!!!” I was raging mad. I mean come on, why me? After a moment of letting me calm down, Nothing talking to us on what we were going to do next.

“Now then, Martha, you are still going to court, even though you’ve been threatened. Tomorrow, and for the next week, or so, you’ll be around the FBI. Your case has turned big to them, but upon request, there will be no publicity. They will be, you can say, protecting you. Your parents didn’t even have to hire them. But, I’ll see you tomorrow, I’ll be there.” Nothing was always there.

“I’ll be there too, Martha,” Something pointed out to her brother. I watched them leave, waving to them as they left, and them waving to me. By now it was only….. 1:00 p.m. With nothing else to do, I went up stairs and finished my book I had started several days ago.

I had finished the book it was 9:00 p.m. Had I really read for that long? It didn’t seem like that. The spaghetti lasted for a while. Of course, I also went downstairs, occasionally, and got a snack of some sort. At this time I was ready for bed. So, I walked up to my room and fell right to sleep on my bed.

Black Out

Once I woke up, I nearly fell off the side of the bed. I was going to court today. As I ran downstairs, somewhat dizzy for just getting out of bed, there on the counter was a bowl of cereal, plain Cheerios cereal with a note beside it. The note read;

Dear Martha,

          Morris and every other staff member is not allowed in the house today for security reasons. So, I made you some cereal. At 11:00 walk to Nothing’s house and you’ll carpool to the courthouse. Sorry we can’t be there with you right now. With hope and love,

                                                                             Truly yours, Dad

          Dad always signed his letters ‘Truly yours’. I liked that about him, you always knew they were his letters that way.

            Once I finally picked out an ‘I’m busy, so prove them guilty fast’ outfit, I headed towards the twins house. It was a long walk, so I put on a jog to make sure I got there on time. When I got there, Everything, Something, and Nothing were loading their things into the car.

            “Hello, Martha,” Everything greeted. I beamed, happy someone noticed me. Nothing looked up to see I was here, but then looked right back down, too busy to care. Something did the same thing, too. They were so much alike.

            It took a while, but we were all loaded and heading to the court house right at 11:00. As we were driving there I couldn’t help but notice how Nothing had an enormous scrape on his face, just across his left cheek. Something had a longer, but deeper, scrape on her leg too. What were they up to? Were they fighting? Was I just seeing things? Before I could think of more questions, we were already there.

            We all walked in completely on time, but people, including my mom and dad, just turned and looked at us, the way Nothing and Something looked at me while loading up. I felt as small as a bee, but there was no longer any use of thinking silly things, because I was taken into a small room, while the court began. It was the FBI people. I already new what they wanted before they even asked, and I began telling them my story of this man trying to kill me. These people were really serious about there jobs, because they were taking notes of my story. Actual notes!  

          As surprising as it was, I had to go to the court room, swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, and retell my story. The Jury was intrigued by how Nothing could tell the difference toxic, and un-toxic waste, which made me giggle at one point.

            After I finished, I was pushed right back outside the court room and had to wait there for the next hour, coming up with more questions to myself. Was this all really necessary? Did this all have to happen? Could I just go home? Now I was just HUNGRY.

            When everyone came outside, I knew it was over because Anything came out first with the biggest grin on his face. He nodded to me politely, and walked on outside. Everyone else followed. I caught up with my parents.

            “We’re going to go on home. Is that okay, Martha?” Ma asked.

            “Sure, I just want food for now,” I replied.

            Once Ma, Pa, and I got home, they began fixing a late lunch as I ran upstairs to my room. Was someone going to call me? Would those some ones be Nothing and Something? Would the serial killer get me now?

            I checked for any messages. I had a text. It said from Pa. The text said;

Martha,

          Ur goin’ 2 dy now. U went 2 cort.

                                                          Sincerely, Dad

            What the heck? Of course that wasn’t from my dad. Number one, my dad always wrote Dear Martha, and Truly yours, Dad. Number two, he also had no clue how to abbreviate words to fit texting standards, as I called it. Now, for the first time ever I was really scared from a real serial killer.

            I flopped on my bed, tired, hungry, wailing to myself, and just wanting to be left alone and go to school! But, that wasn’t going to happen. At this point I didn’t know what to do. So, in turn I decided to sleep.

Black Out