THE FLYING CHAPPAL

It was a wonderful night. I was at a get together at my friend’s house. Her house was across the mountains and over the river, just kidding! She actually lived a street away from me. I was only permitted to stay at her house till 9 o’clock. All of my friends were having an awesome time until I looked at the clock, it had struck 12 midnight. My jaw dropped and it felt like my soul displaced from my body. My mother’s words echoed in my head. I feared what she will do with me when I will reach home. As I rushed out of my friend’s house, I dropped my mobile phone and its screen shattered. It was like adding insult to my injury but nothing could be changed at that point. So, I hurried my way home, I could only hear the wind whistling and the stray dog howling in the corner of my street. I dreadfully stood in front of the main door of my house. The lights were switched off and it felt like mother was asleep. I opened the door and walked towards the staircase but since the floor was wooden it started to make a creak sound. I was being thankful to God that my mother was asleep but to my surprise she was awake. In the heat of the moment, I gathered all my courage and ran upstairs to sneak pass her. I went inside my room and hid myself beside the bed but as usual I forgot to lock the door. She entered the room like a raging villain of horror movie. The steam was coming out of her ears and BAAM here came my mother’s flying chappal to kiss me goodnight. It felt like a thunderstorm hitting hard my face. Well, if you all say this is my fault then you are barking up the wrong tree. These experiences are sometimes funny, sad and happy memories, but after reading about this incident only a few of us can understand that; “experience is the best mentor”. 

Kinza VIII A