we had major scare today. *still shaking*
i was teaching piano, and 3 police men pull up on our street, and park in front of my house, and my nextdoor neighbors....
they started knocking ony my neighbor's door, and they weren't answering... so they start talking on their radios, obviously concerned.... meanwhile Lindsey and I were trying to concentrate on her lesson, but couldn't because we were too distracted...
The Police men, were still there for like another hour.
My mom went out and asked what was going on... The police told her not to worry, that they had everything under control...
My mom and my sis left for swim team... I am home alone.
my second student Jonathan N. asked if I knew what was going on, I told him I didn't, but i would soon.
"why?" he wanted to know.
"My neighbor down the street (Mrs. P) always find out everything." NO JOKE! This lady knows the names and ages of the new neighbors before they can take down the SOLD sign from their yard, she knows every person's phone number, and if sumthin is strange, she will investigate untill she is exhausted. One time, she saw a door open, and went right on in the house, because it was supsicous. Sure enough, the person had been robbed. She was the first to know, and proclaim. But anywayz...
Mrs. N. came in and told me to lock the doors. She said that she sat in her car, and kind of rolled down the windows so she could hear a little. She only picked up bits and pieces, but here is what she heard: "there may be a man hiding in the house... need to question owner..." *REALLY FREAKED OUT NOW!*
then Mrs. N left... and i'm completely home alone. The police men--obviously tired of waiting-- left, but i have a feeling they will be back. They made it look that way, at least.
Sure enough, i got a call from Mrs. P:
"Hello, is this Lauren?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"Lauren, this is Mrs.P, is your mother home?"
"No Ma'am"
"YOU AND YOUR SISTER ARE HOME ALONE?"
" Yes, well, actually... I'm home alone. Julia isn't here either." (secretly I was relishing this conversation, u should have heard her voice when she found out I was alone....)
"Well, did you see the police men?"
"Yes, there were 3 or 4 of 'em"
"I know, I counted, there were 3." ( She has to be exact u know)
"Hmmmmm" (my mind wanders....)
"Well anywayz, I don't know what is going on!" -(I must interject here, saying how distressing that is for her---she is always the first to know)"I am very concerned for you, Lauren. Being home alone and all..."
"I'm sure I'll be fine..."
"...I asked the Police, but they wouldn't tell me anything!" (I wondered why she hadn't been the one to think of sitting in her car with the windows rolled down a bit....)"So, because they wouldn't tell me, I called the dispatcher."
"Oh really? and what did they say?"
"they said they need the owner of the house for questioning..."
"wow, it sounds serious."
"It most definetly does! Now listen honey, I dont feel comfortable with you being home alone... do you have any one to call?"
here, I must laugh, because normally I would call my nextdoor neighbors.. but since they are the ones to be questioned... Who would I call?
"Well..." I muttered
"Well, of course theres me!" Mrs P. said energetically.
"Oh! Mrs. P! would you do that for me?" I smiled
"Of course Dear! anything I can do to help!"
"thank you."
"Well... I better be going. Have your mom call me!"
"I will..."
"and lauren?"
"yes ma'am?"
"don't let those people in if they knock on your door..."
"Okay."
"I'm very concerned for you..."
"I'll be fine!"
"alright bye!"
I hung up the phone and bit my lip. Now what?
I tried to practice singing, but I was shaking so badly that I couldn't sing pretty at all... (not that I normally do)
I heard my dog growl at the front door. I figured that I was letting my imagination get the best of me.... but the hairs on the back of my neck are still standing up.
Mrs P is kind, I know that she may sounds odd, but she really is friendly, and we do learn a lot from her. She has a very compassionate heart. she is so sweet to offer to be there if I needed her... (although I knew she would expect me to anywayz...)
So now, I am here, typing this. Waiting for sumone to come on aim so I can talk to them. I hate being alone!
I had to feed the dogs.. and I was shivering the whole time. Thoughts of bravery filled my head. *If there is a burgular, I'll just scream and give him away.. and even if he tried to shoot me... I would stand in the way....* I knew this wouldn't be the case if there was a burgular... I would freeze, or faint. So much for being brave....
oh well.. I will update you when I get the chance.
--a very scared Lauren
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*sighs*
Isn't he cute?
hehheh *julia nods appreciativly*
Oh well, I will write to myself. Yesterday my Dad surprised us by buying a Venti Caramel Frappucino. *drools* Now here is something you must know about our family, we are major Frapp-drinkers. But, as in this case we all had to share one venti. So its fend for yourselves... We now have ratings of how fast you can drink one. Our time limit is 3 seconds.... 3 seconds to savor the sweet sensational sip... before it goes down the line to the next eager drinker. So how much you can drink in that 3 seconds time period has become an art. My mom is the number-one-champ-frapp-drinker-in-the-family... she can like down half a frapp in 3 secs. It is a dangerous competition against her. You will most likely lose. Thankfully, I am like the second-best-frapp-drinker-in-the-family, and as mom wasn't with us, I was winning. The trick of the trade is to ignore all feeling in the body. Struggling, you continue to glug as much frapp as you can, ignoring the burning brain-freeze that threatens to ruin you.... Once you are done with your 3 seconds u can moan and groan about the pain, but during the 3 seconds time you must be oblivious to all else around you... To be honest, my Dad and I were the ones really going for it. Julia is really sweet, and she wants to share equally...
So she daintily sips, wipes her mouth and generously passes the drink to the next person. (she doesn't know what she is missing)