I sat on the bed, my head aching.
'You idiot!' I thought, holding my head in my hands. 'You could have killed us all!' I had forgotten to lock the door!
"Anton, you you realize the importance of being alert, aware, always being on the edge of your seat, ready and prepared for what happens next?" Mr. Shreif paced in front of me, occasionally casting me a disgusted look.
"I'm sorry." I said, looking up a little. At least no one had discovered us...shouldn't he be glad of that?
"Sorry isn't good enough, Anton." He said. "If someone has searched our house last night, we could of all been killed, or sent off to who knows where! Now is not the time to be clumsy, boy. There's a war going on."
"Leave the boy alone Jakob. He's probably stressed enough as it is." Said his wife from the kitchen.
"What's done is done."
"Not stressed enough, apparently." He mumbled, but left me alone.
As for me, I was exhausted. But I still felt bad about the door. How could sorry not be good enough, if it was the only thing I could do?
Never mind that, I thought. It's just the way Mr. Sheif was, a nasty, unforgiving old man.
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The Most Random Book Ever
RandomA book of random stories that I'll probably never finish. Some of them I wrote when I was nine and ten, so that explains the poor writing skills.
