Note: This is 100% Fiction
It’s been a month since we moved into our new home. I’m beginning to settle in the boring life of suburbia. Meanwhile we are still eating out of paper plates. We haven’t had time to go shopping at all since it’s been stormy the last two weeks. My little brother, Sammy, had been skulking about the house, itching to go out. It’s really annoying.
Yesterday, as we were enjoying a movie, the entire house went dark. Like a crybaby, Sammy was screaming and whining. He’s afraid of the dark. Meanwhile, my dad was being macho and said the fuse’s probably blown. Obviously, it’s not.
All night, the rain banged on my bedroom window followed by lightning and thunder. It felt like it was shaking the whole house. The only way I could go to sleep was by wearing my sleeping mask and drowning my ears with music.
This morning, I was woken up by Sammy. He was excited for some reason. “What?” I snapped.
He pointed at the window, “Look!”
I couldn’t see much at first. “Oh my god,” I breathed and quickly snatched my camera on my desk. It’s so beautiful…