a journey

chapter 4: I'm lost in thoughts

Before I do anything, I am going to go into the basement and see if those strangers are asleep because I don't hear that loud rock music anymore and it's been a day since I went down stairs. My nightgown flowed after I got out of my mother's bed.

Her bed was so messy because I had a party on her bed last night with Nancy. It was still a mess on the main floor. As I got off the last step of the stairs I walked to the basement door. I slowly unlocked the door.

 There were soda cans all over the stairs, at least I think they were soda cans. But they were glass. I walked a weird way to miss hitting the soda cans. I felt like a frog about to go out of his natural habitat and jump into the ocean instead of his swamp. 

All of a sudden a person that I don't know came up to me. And smudged a big frown on her face. I thought you were going with your mother. "Diana, who are you talking to?" Said the maid in confusion. I knew that was the maid's voice. I yelled to the maid. "It's me Angela!" The maid looked mad. 

Then I said to the maid in a low voice, "you're not supposed to be throwing a party." Then the maid even made a worse face. "I can do whatever I want little girl!" "Your dumb mother left me in charge." She yelled at the top of her lungs. 

Then she tried to grab me as that girl named Diana smiled. I charged upstairs knocking tons of cans down the stairs. I shut the door and I locked it. I ran upstairs as fast as I could go. Not knowing that I cut my foot on the sharp part of a soda can.

 I was scared. I ran into my mother's room and locked the door. Nancy was purring on my mother's sofa. I was lost in all these thoughts. More and more thoughts just kept coming into my head. I could hear the maid trying to open the door.

 I was just going to do the first thought that came into my head. I opened the door and ran into my room. I grabbed my purple backpack and put two pairs of pink pajamas into it. I put five pairs of clothes, two of my favorite stuffed animals, a loaf of cornbread, a sleeping bag, two water bottles, my iPad, and a nice winter blanket that was 9 feet by 9 feet. 

I zipped my backpack up. Then I realized that I cut my foot so I went to the main floor. I ran through the trash and went to the bathroom, I put a soft purple bandage on my bloody cut. I put on my soft pink llama socks that were so thick on my feet, that I bet if I stepped on those toys called Legos I wouldn't feel it.

 Then I put my translucent boots on both my feet. They rubbed on the smooth wooden floor and they squeaked. I grabbed my winter coat even though it was summer about to be fall. Just in case.