Predator and Prey

I grabbed the stupid blanket of mine and threw it onto the floor. It was a warm night and I could not sleep. Dawn approached steadily and there was a major exam for me the day after. I needed all the sleep I could get. After lying on my bed for a moment, I got up and went to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of cool water. I filled the glass and held my hand under the tap for a while, allowing the cool water to cool my hands. I gladly drained the water for the glass and went back to my room.

CRASH! Oh no, I thought. My neighbours were at it again. First the weather, now my neighbours, what is next? They were a few classmates who shared the same apartment. They could not seem to lice a day without arguing. At times, they would throw things around and break them. Wait a moment! I saw them leaving for a holiday overseas just a few hours ago! They could not be back so soon. I sat upright, and then lay down again. If it was a robber, he could steal all he wanted. He is not stealing my things anyway. Then again, that thief was too clumsy. Probably my ears were playing a trick on me. I held my breath and listened. There were no shouts, and no one was hurling vulgarities. With my heart thumping hard against my chest, and a lump in my throat, I anxiously glance at the window. There were no lights on. “It is none of your business, go back to sleep,” this irritating voice in my head said. “Oh shut your trap,” I muttered as I crawled out of my bed, planning to deal with something none of my business. I groped in the dark until I found my keys. My parents were out and my hopeless brother was snoring like a pig. You could get an orchestra to play the loudest music and he would not even stir in his sleep.

I opened the door, which seemed to be aware that something had happened and opened without its usual creak, with a pair of shaky hands. I stepped out and made my way towards my neighbours’ house, unaware about the fact that I was not wearing any shoes. As I drew nearer to my neighbours’ house, I could sense a strong tobacco in the air. My neighbours did not smoke. As I crept nearer, I could see that the door was left ajar. Even my stupid neighbours would know that you had to lock your door after you got in. I could fell my heart racing faster and faster. If there were a race, my heart would have won.

“I have to think properly,” I murmured to myself. I breathed in deeply and allowed myself to calm down. Now I would list the facts. First, I had an important exam the day after and there I was, standing in front of my neighbours’ door in the middle of the night. Second, I could be sleeping soundly in my room instead of acting like a detective. Third, I was standing barefooted there, when I could just call the police and tell them everything to close the case. I wanted to call the police, but when I reached into my pocket, I found it empty. I sighed and reached into the other one, expecting to find my keys. It was empty. Great, I must have dropped it somewhere. I looked around frantically and saw it. My keys were inside my own house, out of my reach, wonderful. I rand the door bell a few times, although I did not expect that pig brother of mine to come to my rescue. He never did.

I sighed again. Slowly pushed open the door, I made my way into my neighbours’ house. I picked up the cordless phone and wanted to call the police, but I saw the thief advancing towards me slowly, the way predators sneak upon their prey. I, the prey, had to run, for I could never camouflage. However, where should I go? If I went out, the “predator” would just catch me. Then an idea struck me. I took a few steps backwards. The “predator” increased his speed. I felt for the doorknob behind me. Bingo, there it was. I opened it slowly… then dashed in, slamming it close, then locking it. Safely inside the room, I called the police and waited. I smiled to myself. I had outwitted my “predator.”

After a while, the thief seemed to be aware that something was about to happen. He stopped trying to force open the door and bolted towards the exit. Too late, I had won the game. A few police officers were waiting for him, and he dashed straight into their hands. Handcuffed, that “predator of mine was gladly brought back to the police station by the police officers. They thanked my and I made my way home. After ringing the doorbell for the ninety-ninth time, a grumpy faced pig opened the door. Satisfied that I had outwitted the thief, I lay on my bed smiling to myself as the rising sun cast its golden rays upon a city that was soon to be awaken. Suddenly, I sat up again. My exam! My sleep! “oh no,” I groaned. The curiosity killed the “prey”.

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PSLE is tomorrow. i got back a few of my exam pieces today. my main problem is my grammer, so i typed out one of my pieces as corrections. since it's typed out my as well post it here. there it is.