Hey readers, ermm, I know that this is quite late for me to write this but, ermm, Thank You for reading and choosing my book!!! This chapter was when the fun just get started( I think so) !!!
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Chapter 3 : # Clue 1... A diary of a guy...
My heart was pumping vigorously against my chest. Who might that be ? Is this just an imagination? What should I do now ? Check my room? If I checked my room, what if the person was a robber? Darn it!
I punched my chest softly, trying to make myself to be much more braver. I took a deep breathe in, clearing all those negative thoughts away. Think positive! Think positive, Sam! You're strong and wise, Sam!
I took an umbrella which was hanging on the shoe rack. I then slowly tiptoed at the staircase to my room. My palm was sweating due to nervousness.
As I was on the narrow path to my bedroom, I could hear that those steps were loud footsteps on my bedroom. Which meant that whoever who was inside my bedroom has a big, gigantic leg. Fear overwhelmed me, the moment I knew that the person in my room has big legs.
Bang! The umbrella that I was holding firmly, slipped off my hand. Darn you, sweaty palm! Oh no, now the person who was inside of my bedroom would run away upon hearing me dropping the umbrella. It's a natural thing for me to have sweaty palms whenever I'm frightened.
Upon dropping the umbrella, knewing that whoever who was inside my bedroom would run away, I straight away dashed to my room. Guess what?
Everything in my room was neat and tidy, no sign of anybody touching any of my things. I was dumbfounded, knowing that everything that I heard was just a trick of mind. My iPhone was still on my table, I then took it and stuff it inside my pocket, feeling quite happy because my iPhone was safe. My mind then switched into ' investigation mode' .
It could not be... What were those noise that I heard? What were the footsteps noises? It could not be my imgination, right?
I was looking around my room, searching for clues to the mystery. That's when my eyes landed on my window pane. Something was not right with it, aren't my curtain supposed to cover my window? I ran to the window. I popped my head out of my window, looking down on the ground floor where I saw an object lying there.
I dashed downstairs, pulling my house front door, when suddenly I saw my parents coming out of their car.
Wow, I did a slight turn to my body and went up to my room, acting like I was doing my daily schedule which was studying and revising. My parents is really strict. They insisted me to study all the time so that I could do well for my studies.
I heard my bedroom knob turning, my mother went in my room, looking at what I am doing before saying ,'' Samantha, I've brought you a new textbook for your revision in Mathematics. You say that your Math grades was dropping so this shall help.''
Great, another textbook added to my book shelf which was full of textbooks since I was in kindergarten. My parents really did not like throwing textbooks even though I did not use it at all.
I nod. Turned my head and took the textbook. My mom left the room immediately. I straight away popped out my head to see if the object was still there, lying on the ground untouched...
How am I able to take the object which lead to the guy who broke into my bedroom? Lying? Sneaking out? Ugh, I think sneaking out is the best!
I slowly tiptoed down my stairs as both of my parents were busy sitting down the couch, watching a television show after a long day after work. I opened my house front door, went outside, took the object and went inside of my house.
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