Everything

By: Kate, 6^th Grade

            As I woke up, five minutes later, I could smell burnt pop tarts. Cinnamon flavored pop tarts. I remembered how I had just come home from court and gotten a text from a serial killer. Obviously, it wasn’t good. I thought I might have slept a little longer, but as I checked my bedside clock, only five minutes had passed since I cried myself to sleep. I slept a lot. I was like those characters you read in books that can sleep anywhere and for long periods of time. Of course I didn’t know why.

            I also didn’t know why the FBI wouldn’t let our house staff come home, instead of them being questioned. I was not looking forward to eating my parents cooking. Morris’s, our cook’s, cooking was much better.

            I walked back down stairs to see a comical sight of my parents fanning out the burnt-looking pop tarts. I burst out laughing, my dad was on his knees and my mom was on her toes fanning six small pop tarts with an oven mitt. The thing was, my dad was SUPER TALL, while my mom was really short.  

            “Is it ready?” I asked already knowing the answer.

            “Well, no, Martha,” my mom looked at me as if saying, are you blind?

            “Okay.” I concluded, showing that this was the end of the conversation.

            I had brought my iPhone down stairs with me, so as my parents sat down with their pop tarts I pulled out my phone to show them. With curiosity they looked to see what I was doing. They exchanged concerned glances and I looked up at them pathetically. For a second I thought I saw a chuckling expression in my mom’s face, but then it was gone.

            I left my iPhone on the counter and just ate my pop tarts as they investigated. The cinnamon seemed to taste burnt. HA! I drank the glass of milk in front of me with a big chug and looked over towards my mom.

            “Why don’t you go ride your bike around the block, you know, to get some exercise?” she asked. I almost wanted to laugh, I had no energy since running to catch the man who tried to murder me. But instead, I nodded and headed towards the back door. Once I got on my bike outside I began slowly pedaling around the block of forest.

            Wait, I thought. Wouldn’t it be a little dangerous for me to be riding my bike, alone, anywhere? Maybe my parents were set to get me captured by the serial killer. Whatever. I was tired of thinking of crazy things and asking so many questions. I looked up at the trees around me, all the evergreens were obviously still green. But, all the other trees were changing to beautiful colors of red, yellow, and orange. It was turning fall again. I loved fall.

             I finally made it back around to my house, tired. When I walked into the kitchen through the back door, the lights were off. So I walked through the kitchen to the family room where we played games and watched movies. The lights were off in here too. I decided to turn on the lights, so I could find the remote to the TV. I know I could’ve just gone up to my room, but there was no need to walk up the stairs. When I turned on the lights….

            “SURPRISE!!!!!!” 

            Everyone was there. My mom, my dad, Nothing, Something, Anything, Everything, the guy who tried to kill me, the police who arrested him, the FBI agents who I told my story to, Nurse Esrun, the dudes who carried me out to the car when I bumped my head, and a couple of people from school. WHAT????

            It wasn’t my birthday till spring, so what was up? Was this a joke? I looked around to see that there was cake and ice cream and all sorts of sweet things. There were congratulations in the back ground as music began playing. The scene looked like some surprise birthday party, except all the balloons said congratulations. Congratulations for what?

            “Good job, Martha, for passing the test,” Nothing smiled.

            “Um….. what test?” I asked.

            Just after that remark, the music stopped and everyone looked at me as if I were crazy, not knowing what I just passed. They all began laughing, thinking that I was just trying to act cute, but I wasn’t acting. Suddenly, it got quiet when they realized I wasn’t laughing. My mom motioned for the party to continue as she took me to the library to explain.      

            “What on Earth did I pass?” I freaked.

            “Well, remember when you hit your head and missed your Spanish Test?” Ma began, “your Spanish teacher knew that you by now had already forgotten the words, so instead she decided that you would have a freak out test instead. She had Everything organize it, you know Nothing and Something’s mom, or Anything’s aunt.”

            “What’s a freak out test?” I asked.

            “She’d never tried it before, but it’s to see how students react when they are pressured by serial killers. The FBI started it for wealthy families’ children that would inherit their parents money, except this was done by Everything and Mrs. Carolyn. The program, it was to see what the children would do, to see if they were responsible with all that money. The two of them talked to your father and I ahead of time, so we set the whole thing up.”

            I couldn’t say anything to her, I was so shocked. HOW MEAN! After all this time I thought I could trust them and they blew me off with this program thing! I got a depressed look on my face, this was unfair. Then I realized, that was why I was never in on anything they did. That’s why Nothing and Something were quick to get over to my house once the fake serial killer called me before going to fake court. =(. I was realizing it all. Now it made sense. I couldn’t believe it, it was all FAKE! Other than me smashing my head on my locker, it was all their doing. Humph! So, I went back to the party, and had an awesome time.=)

THE END