The
Dumbest Criminalsby
Rasheal Timm, Oregon, USA, Age 15
The
day turned to night, the street lights made it hard to see the stars.
I sat in the cool grass thinking of what it would be like to be
an astronaut. Soaring through the sky, leaving the earth. And for
a split second not have any worries. Being able to admire the night
sky without the sirens of distant cop cars, fire trucks, or ambulances.
It would be nice to be far away from a troubling place.
A car pulled into the driveway
breaking my train of thought. A guy in an Armani suit and a kid
wearing, a metallica t-shirt, a plain pair of jeans, and sporting
coverse. They walked up to the door. He's so a skater, I thought,
he even had a shaggy skater hair do. They knocked on the door; my
dad answered in the way he did when a major executive from his work
came over. After an hour or so, the guy walked out, but the kid
didn't. I became curious so I got up as the guy was pulling out
of the driveway. I dusted myself off as I walked up the walk way
to the front door. I open the door and walked into the living room.
There the kid was sitting on the sofa drinking lemonade.
"Do you want lemonade Annie?"
she asked signaling me to sit down.
I turned looking at her, "no
thanks, I'm tired I'm just gonna go to bed," I said turning
around to walk upstairs.
" Good night," said
the kid on the sofa. I didn't answer, I turned my head ninety degrees
then proceeded up stairs.
When they finally went to bed
it was 11:30pm. I pretended to be asleep. My door suddenly opened.
" Your not asleep; I know
you pretend all the time," said the kid.
" What do you want?"
I said rudely giving myself away.
" To know why you hate
me so much," he said entering my room. I sat up and turned
on the light.
" I don't hate you, who
told you that?" I said confused.
" Nobody did, nobody had
to," he said sitting backwards in the chair in front of my
desk like I usually do.
" Forget it just go to
bed," I said shutting off the light and laying back down. When
the door shut I tried going to bed. But our conversation kept repeating
in my mind.
I woke up the next morning
not remembering I went to bed in the first place. I sat up, then
looked at the chair. There was the kid sleeping uncomfortably in
my desk chair. I stood up and quietly grabbed some clothes. I decided
to take a shower. I was in the middle of my really comfortably warm
shower when I heard noises from downstairs. I quickly got out of
the shower and slipped on my clothes. I ran into my room there was
the kid. He was awake and alert. We were the only ones in the house,
my mom and dad usually go out on saturdays. So that leaves only
the worst possibilities. I crept down the stairs stopping at the
bottom step. The kid stood behind me. I heard rough voices in the
kitchen.
"Burglars," he said
grabbing my hand. We ran upstairs. He walked into my room and opened
the side panel to reveal a safe room.
I became curious, I was the
only one that knew about the side panel, not even my parents knew.
Then all of a sudden he comes along and already knows it. Then it
hit me; he's psychic I thought as he pulled the steel door open.
He pushed the green button on the room's wall. As the door was slowly
closing we caught a glimpse of one of the burglars faces.
" Boss, there are kids
in the safe room," we heard just before the door shut tight.
" What are we going to
do now?" I asked him waiting for orders.".......What's
going to happen to us?" I asked.
" Nothing, everything's
going to be all right," he said going on.
" There's one foot thick
steel surrounded by..." he said being cut off.
" Is that what you see?"
I asked folding my arms.
" What? See? I looked it
up on the internet," he said confused.
" Listen dude, I found
out that you're psychic, you don't have to hide it," I said
understandingly.
He let out a huge laugh. "First
of all my name's Zach, second I'm not psychic," he said laughing
at my stupidity.
"You're not........then
how did you know where the safe room was?" I asked feeling
like a total idiot. "My parents didn't even know about it,"
I added.
" Do you even know why
I'm here?" Zach asked probably thinking that I'm a total retard.
"No," I said shaking
my head side-to-side.
" Didn't your parents tell
you?" he asked confused.
" Do you honestly think
if my parents told me I would be asking such stupid questions?"
I asked thinking Captain obvious.
" Sorry I thought they
might have told you, since my dad talked to them three days ago,"
he said.
" What?" I said confused.
"I can't believe they didn't tell me," I said hysterically.
I hope their ok, I thought.
Meanwhile their parents received
a phone call. "Hello?" her mother said in her sweet-as-sugar
voice.
" Mom, someone broke into
the house! Get the cops! And whatever you do don't come alone. Please
mom get help!" I said trying to warn her and save ourselves
at the same time.
"Ok, honey, are you ok?"
she asked concerned.
" Yeah, we're in the safe
room I never told you guys about," I said thinking that if
they are mad about keeping the safe room from them I could always
throw the Zach thing in their face. "Mom, I can't chat, just
get the police, ok?" I said changing the subject.
" Yes, honey be careful,"
she said starting to cry.
" Ok," I said before
hanging up.
" Why couldn't we just
call the cops," he asked confused.
" Because my parents would
have came home before the cops got here," I said hardly believing
he even asked that question.
" So," he said obviously
not getting what I'm thinking.
" So?!" I said starting
to get annoyed with him. "Zach! We don't even know if they're
armed or not! My parents could probably be shot or worse!"
I said clearly making a point.
" Ok, I get it," he
said hand signaling me to calm down.
We were silent for about fifteen
minutes. "You never told me why your here," I said breaking
the awkward silence.
" I'm doing an essay on
my favorite place and I picked your house, which use to be my house
until my mom died," he said searching through his memories.
"That's how you knew where
the safe room was. You must have had my room when you lived here,"
I said finally understanding.
" I did, my mom said she
wanted her little boy to be the safest," he said with a goofy
happy look on his face. " I miss her and this place is where
I had my memories of her. Oh, I'm sorry I slept in your room last
night. It's just I can't sleep in the room my mom died in,"
he said fidgety.
That kind of caught me off
guard. "I understand," I said empathetic.
" How are we gonna get
out of here?" he asked looking at the monitors. I noticed that
we had cameras.
" The cops are gonna take
too long, we need Alyssa," I said reaching for the phone.
"Who?" he asked confused.
" Alyssa," I said
dialing her number.
" Hello?" Alyssa asked.
" Alyssa, put your cell
phone on vibrate and come over. Hide in the bush by my window without
anyone seeing you. When you get there call this number back, its
important," I said sounding urgent.
"Annie what's wrong?"
she asked concerned.
" I'll explain later, ok,
bye," I said.
" Bye," she said just
before I hung up.
We waited patiently for her
call. Finally the phone rang I picked up.
"Ok, what now?" Alyssa
whispered.
" When I tell you, climb
through the window without a sound," I said observing the monitors.
"Now," I said as soon as all the guys were in sight. I
pushed the button and the door opened then. I heard footsteps going
up the stairs. I hid under the bed. Zach must have saw on the monitors
because he closed the door. There Alyssa was as the guy walked past.
" Hey, you," he said
chasing her around the room. Finally he caught her and wrestled
her to the ground. She looked at me shocked. I signaled her to be
quiet by putting my index finger against my lips. Then he pulled
her to her feet and turned her toward the camera in my bedroom.
I quietly slipped out from under the bed. I grabbed the lamp off
my bed stand. I slowly and quietly crept toward him. Then hit him
over the head (being careful not to hit her) and knocked him out
cold. Zach opened the door and all three of us climbed out of the
window. We ran to the neighbor's house.
After an hour, the cops and
our parents showed up. "Mom!" I said running from the
neighbor's house to my own.
" Honey, did they hurt
you?" she said inspecting me for any blood.
" No," I said. I sat
there for ten minutes trying to get my mom to loosen her death grip.
Zach just stood there laughing. "What are you laughing at?"
I asked attracting my mom's attention.
" Oh, Zach are you ok?"
she said hugging him just as bad. He looked at me hard. I couldn't
but laugh. Now Zach, Alyssa, and I are best friends. We are pleased
to know Zach got an A+ on his essay. Now, Zach visits his favorite
place more often. He realized he remembers his mother more being
at the house than staying away from it. Even his dad comes to visit.
Watching the burglars that were outsmarted by three teens being
hauled away in a cop car was the best moment of my life. Besides,
it makes a good story to tell.
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