It was a cold, windy night when I was just sitting on my bed. I was reading a book about angels. And it was so quiet, then my window swings open and all my papers on my desk went every where. But I noticed that there was a little sheet of paper that flew in. So I went to the paper and picked it up. I opened it up and it read "ANGELS ARE REAL" I put the paper on my desk and started to pick up the other papers, such as my homework, and doodles, and writings. My mom came in screaming
"Are you ok?"
"Yes mom I'm ok."
"Good."
Then she shut the door and started to scream to my little brother. I was done and I started to read more. It was 12:00 when I fell asleep. In the morning I went down stairs to my family eating breakfast.
"Good morning." my dad said to me.
"How was your sleep last night?" Dad asked.
"Terrible, but what was weird I..." I started to say then my brother rudely interrupted.
"Oh I dream about boys and crazy stuff" he said.
"I was going to say that I dreamt of angels." I said
"That's what I said, crazy stuff." My brother said.
Then I left with a mad face. I went up the stairs to my bedroom so I can change my clothes. And I saw there was a paper on my door, that said the same thing the last note said. "ANGELS ARE REAL" what is up with this note I thought. I took it off my door and I opened the door. I tore the paper up and threw it in the trash can. I then picked out my outfit and changed. I started to make my bed and I noticed that my white pillow was missing. I was thinking that my brother took it so I asked him.
"Did you take my pillow?"
"No" he said looking at the screen of the tv.
"Oh, what are you playing?" I asked.
"Angels vs darkness" he screamed.
I then left and thought why angels. I went down stairs to the living room and I saw MY pillow under the other pillows. I picked it up and someone wrote in black marker "ANGELS." I was confused and mad. I sat down and I searched for the remote. I couldn't find it so I left the living room with my pillow.
"Hey mom, do you know who wrote on my pillow?"
"No let me see." She demanded.
I gave it to her and she had a face that I couldn't tell if she was mad or confused.
"We'll buy you a new pillow tomorrow." Then she started to bake something. I wonder what she is baking because it smells tasty. I went to my room and sat at my desk and got some paper to write. I wrote "ANGELS ARE REAL" in big letters and I folded it up and I put it in my folder.
