The 7th trumpet by S. Adams (best ereader for textbooks .txt) 📕

Title: The 7th Trumpet

Chapter one: Finding Destiny


“2009, what a great place to start,” I said throwing my scrapbook on my bed, “let me think me and…” I started mumbling off to myself, which I did quite often when I was trying to think.

I jumped up to look at myself in the mirror to see if I looked half as good as I did my 9th grade year. “Yikes!” I said to myself pushing my long, chocolate brown hair back behind my ear.

My bright pink lips didn’t seem to get any smaller in size since last year and seemed to have popped out even more. “Jeeesh,” I mumbled under my breath puckering up my lips just to see how bad they look.

The bright brown freckled dots also seemed to spread out more around my cheekbones now that I was older. “Bailey, you need to stay out of the sun.” I said pulling and tugging on my cheeks that were turning red because they were getting irritated. I paused for a moment than, stepped back and looked at myself.

“Ok! Ok! Bailey stop,” I said to myself as I rolled my eyes in an annoyed way, “enough with this, time to move.”

I jumped up and messed with my hair a bit, then went downstairs to the kitchen.

“Mom! Mom,” I said with a loud sigh, “where are you ever when I need you?”

I walked by the refrigerator to grab a water bottle. I was getting ready to go to volleyball practice.

“Mom!” I paused, looked around than yelled again with a confused look.

“Mother, I have to go to practice, Come On!” I walked around the house and went room to room, yelling her name. I looked everywhere but she seemed to have disappeared.

Then I began to wonder, “they never leave without telling me,” I thought to myself.

See, I live in a house with 2 younger sisters and one bossy older brother. We never leave without some form of communication that’s our rule. I had remembered that my dad dropped his phone in a bucket of water when he was molding c-meant so he wouldn’t have it on him. My mom, on the other hand, would have hers because she always does even when she goes to the bathroom because it’s clipped to her pants. I picked up the phone and dialed her number but every time I tried it was her answering machine.

“Ok, let’s try again.” I said to myself aggravated at the situation. I dialed many times till I gave up. Every time there was nothing.

“Oh God please help me, I can’t believe this I am going to be so late.”

I wasn’t too worried; I just assumed maybe she ran to a store. Hopefully, she would not forget that I had 10min to get to practice. I waited and waited. Ohh the things I had contemplated in my head to say to her when she got home. I pondered and pondered. An hour had passed of waiting around and dialing her number till I started to get a little worried. Nobody had called. My sisters had not yet come home, since there after school activity would have been over by now. It’s not a surprise my dad or brother were not home because normally they would be at work. But, I didn’t see my mom since that morning when she dropped me off at school.

“What is going on.” I said to myself as I walked over to the big white sofa that was sitting under the window. I pulled the big silky white curtains back as I stared down the driveway to where the car would normally be parked.

The long stony driveway never seemed to be so empty in my entire life. It almost felt like that feeling I would get when my cousins, Aunts and Uncles would leave from our family get together and would drive four hours away back home. I kept trying to call on the phone even though I knew they would not pick up. At this point, I was calling my older brother and dad who were at work. Although I knew that they would not pick up I would just leave long messages that they could at least hear. I decided to call my friend Kayla, Maybe just tell her that I was frustrated with my family or my mother who had left me no note or nothing as to where she was going. I needed somebody to vent to. I picked up the black cordless phone lying on the table next to the couch and dialed her number.

It started to ring. “Hhhh,” I let out a sigh of relief and to my surprise it started to beep.

“The number you dialed has been disconnected.” The women said on the line, in a deep voice.

“No stinken way!” I said as I yelled at the phone. I decided to call the neighbor. Even though the only one lived three miles away, my friends and I enjoyed prank calling and toilet papering the nice old lady every now and then.

I picked up the phone and put it to my ear and realized that the phone line was dead. “Gah!” I said with another loud sigh and slammed the phone on the counter top. I kept slamming it on the counter till it stopped working all together. “I hate this phone!” I pulled it off the cord and threw it across the room. As I watched it slam on the wall and brake into two pieces.


Another hour had passed and still no sign of anybody coming or even thinking about calling. It was Fall, and it was starting to get dark early. I kept looking out the window to see if anyone was coming down my driveway.

I thought to myself for a moment “What if this.....? What if that…?” I couldn’t help myself but wonder if they died in a tragic car crash, or was robbed, or was killed by murders. The list went on and on till I finally stopped myself.

“Bailey,” I said shaking my head back and forth, “it will be ok."

I pause for a moment, took a deep breath and found myself wispering a soft, three-word prayer under my breath. "God help me." Just then my phone upstairs started to ring. I slapped myself in the forehead. "Duhhhh!" I said to myself realizing there was a phone upstairs, I could have used that. I sprang upstairs as fast as I could. My feet started trembling as though I was running from an explosion.

“Hello!” I said out of breath and panting from my sprint. My heart started racing and my hands were shaking.

“Bailey?” Kyle my older brother had such a deep voice. I assumed it was him, judging by the voice I heard on the other line.

“Kyle!” I said as a smirk of hope filled my face. I listen again hoping it was him.

“This is David.” He said his deep voice was recognizable anywhere. The thought that came to my head was my brother’s best friend. He’s a senior and two years older than me. He has a body to play sports but many people assume he is too lazy to be in them. It would be very shocking to look at him and think “He doesn’t play sports?” Just cause he looks so big. On top of all that, our team scores were down that year and everybody didn’t like him because he didn’t play. He would tutor kids that nobody wanted to hang out with. He seemed too nice. David’s extremely choppy,light blonde, hair hangs over his strikingly light blue eyes and sways across his face. He has ruff skin around his cheeks and chin bone because he leaves a little whiskers growing.

“Sorry,” I said rolling my eyes as I faked a laugh, “What do you need?”

“What’s the matter?” David said.

“Oh nothing just hurry up so I can call my mom on this phone. She has been gone for a couple hours and has not even bothered to call me. She’s kind of scaring me.”

“What, that’s so weird so have my parents, I’m actually at your house right now. I figured if anything would happen they would want me to come here. This may sound alittle strange but I cant call on any other person's number except yours."

“If your phone doesn’t work then what are you calling me on?”

“My cell phone and I promise i'm telling you the truth.” David said as he laughed a little under his breath.

“Ok whatever just come in.” I said hanging up the phone and thinking he just wanted an excuse to eat my food.

David was eighteen, the only child and always got what he wanted. The doorbell rang and I ignored it remembering that I already told him he could come in. I picked up the phone again to call my mom but there was no dial tone and by this time it was getting to be very late. I unplugged the phone and plugged it in again. “What the heck!” I said frustrated because there was still no dial tone.

Again the doorbell rang; I jumped up and ran to the steps “Come in!” I yelled getting upset at him for not walking in.

“It’s locked” David’s voice came through the door.

“grrrrrrrr!” I grunted my way slowly down the long, spiral steps leading to the middle, of the line, that separated my kitchen and my family room.

“This makes me so mad.” I mumbled under my breath. I dragged my feet to the brown, wooden door beside my big window that I had been looking out of that past couple hrs. I unlocked the door but was too lazy to open it.

David walked in and plopped his coat on the back of the couch beside the door, in the family room.

“Hey Bails, Where is everyone?” He said as he looked around for a second then walked over and sat on the couch.

“I don’t know they have been gone for awhile like I said. I also can’t call them because the dumb phones aren't working.” I said leaning on the marble counter top, that was in my kitchen, as I gave a sigh then plopped my head in my hands.

“Did you try on both?” He said giving me a confused look.

“No,” I said as I rolled my eyes, I paused for a second, “yes of course I did David”.