The Wishing Well

Chapter 2

I twisted the keys into the lock of my front door. "I'm home." I call out. "Mom?" I yell. "Mom?!" I repeat. My heart starts to race. I search the whole house. I open the basement door and call down, "Mother? Are you there?" But there is no answer. I run upstairs, thinking that she is in her room. "Mom?" I scream. "Mom, your getting me worried." I barge in her walk-in-closet and bathroom but she's not there. But I notice the hatch to get in the attic is half way open. I turn my head side to side and find a mini latter and a flashlight. I step onto the latter, carefully. I press the button on the flashlight to make the light come out. I put the direction of the flashlight to the left and then to the right. Still nothing. I decide to go into the attic. I push myself up and turn the flashlight both ways again, left and right. Then I here a squeaking sound. I whip my head around to see a rat! "AHHHH!" I screamed. The rat began to chase me. I tried throwing the hatch door at it but I missed and before I knew it I was tumbling out of the attic.

"Mom?" I say, slowly. "I'm right here, honey." She says. "Where were you? I was calling for you! I looked everywhere." I exclaimed. "I was in the backyard. I heard a noise and I saw you lying on the floor of my closet." she said, gently. My eyes widen. "THE RAT!" I yell. "Shush. I caught the rat." she explained, her eyes sparkling. "Mom," I whisper. "where am I?" "Your room." My mom says. "But...where was I?" I ask. "I mean...I'm wearing a cast." Just then I gasp. "I broke my arm?!?!" I shout. "Yes. It was a pretty hard fall so I took you took the hospital." she explained. I sighed. "How could this get any worse? I mean, I'm going to aunt Chloe's tomorrow, I broke my arm and I got a note from Mrs. Laye too!" I shout. "A note?" My mom questions. "I lost it!" I yelled. "Mrs. Laye told me not to lose it! This just got worse!" I bury my head in my knees. "What was this note about?" she asks. "Passing notes." I explain. My mom's reaction is what I expected it to be like. "You were passing no-" "No." I cut her off in mid-sentence." Sarah was and it said Alisha the loser! Then Mrs.Laye caught me holding it." "Okay." she says. "Well, you need to rest." She says, and leaves me lying in my bed.