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

/> I jumped up and walked around my counter to the big white refrigerator to get something to eat. The freezer, I thought to myself, icecream can cheer me up. I slowly opened it as my eyes were heavy from wanting to cry. But as I widened my eyes I couldn’t help but notice that there was a brown crinkled note stuck to the drawer of the meat container.

“What in the world.” I reached in and grabbed it. It looked like it had been rolled up like a scroll and burned with a candle on the outside. It almost looked like the treasure maps I would make as a child. I began to read it. It read.

A fairy tale story has a Fairy Tale ending in a Story book,

A kingdom is waiting far beyond the forest if you just take a look,

Miss Bailey, your thrown sits high with golden scepters roar,

And for the boy an army, a castle with jewels and gems galore.

At dawn tomorrow starts a brand new day so make sure you are ready.

Pack your bags, shoes and food so that you may go steady.

Your family’s are safe, sound and sweet in this kingdom narrow, but hurry now for they may go into the Harlem arrows.

“David,” I said backing away from the refrigerator.

“What.” He said thinking I was going to ask him a question. He got up and walked over beside me and stood there looking into the fridge.

“What.” He said again shrugging his arms.

“That note was hanging on the drawer and was not there the last time I went into the fridge. No one has been home all day at least I thought,” I said making a confused face, “mom and dad would never play a joke on me that’s this cruel.”

David grabbed the crinkled brown note from my hand. He stepped back and began to read it.

“Bahahahahaha!” He threw his head back and started to laugh viciously.

“What?” David kept laughing as he walked away.

“You’re so dumb,” he said, “but that was pretty good rhyming for the five seconds you had, walking down those steps.” He laughed and went back and sat on the couch.

“What are you talking about David I didn’t write anything will you stop trying to scare me I know you wrote it I can tell by your hand writing. It’s not funny!” I said as I walked away. David and Kyle always enjoyed praking me but I enojoyed getting them back.

I thought to myself. “Wait a minute, how could he have got it in the refrigerator all the doors were locked.” I started walking up the steps.

“Bails!” David started chasing after me as I screamed and laughed while attempting to out run him.

“Will you stop it’s not funny.” I said as I turned around to find his face right next to mine. “Woe, personal bubble.” I pushed his chess, to back him up.

David looked at me as though I just mumbled that whole sentence. He squinted up his eyes and looked at the ground for a second then peered at me with frustrated face.

“You’re crazy.” David said as he turned and walked away.

“ggggggggrrr” I stomped my feet up the steps swaying my hands back and forth as I slapped my hand on the wall on the way up the steps. “I hate annoying boys!” I said shouting at him turning in my room and slamming the door, “and boy you are one of them!”

I shut myself in my room leaned my back against the door and slid down it till I hit the bottom and sat there with utter annoyance. I could hear David’s loud footsteps coming up the stairs.

“Bailey, Bailey seriously!” He put his head up to the door then started singing. “ b b b b b Bailey ohh Bailey open up the door.” David sung trying to be funny and cheer me up.

“David, if only you knew what I thought of you right now you wouldn’t be singing a happy tune.”

David paused for a second, “so I am guessing you’re not thinking very happy thoughts.”

“No, not at the moment!” I shouted, as a tear came down my face I just couldn’t hold it in anymore. I began to sob. I didn’t care that David was sitting right behind my door or I didn’t even care if he was laughing I was just overcome with emotions. It was now 7:00 o’clock and by this time my dad, mom, brother and sisters should have been home. I was confused about the note I didn’t know if they were pranking me or if they were serious.

David knocked on the door a couple seconds later. I heard him sigh. “Bailey, I’m sorry. Can I come in for a sec.”

With no response I opened the door slowly.

"Its going to be ok." David knew I was crying because i was afraid and put his arms around me. As I layed my head on his chest I reconized for the first time that David actually had a little compassion in him. It wasn't the normal David that I saw everyday with my brother. He pulled through in a time of fear.

Just then we heard a “thump, thump gggggrraahh” coming from down stairs.

BAM! That had been sound of our our electricity blowing out. My face went from pure comfort to extreme confusion and fear, Just in an instance. I pulled my head up and looked at David who seemed to have the same reation. He took his arms off from around me and turned around, walked out the door and peered down our old wooden steps. He used his phone for light trying to see down.


“Bailey.” He whispered as he motioned me to come stand next to him. I slowly tiptoed toward his frightened face that he tried to cover up with a fake smile.

“I’m really scared right now what if it’s some mass murderer on there way to kill us after he killed our families." I wispered as David gave a quiet laugh.

“I dont know.” He said shaking his head back and fourth. I could tell he was wondering why I would even suggest that. He started to walk to the opening at the top of the steps.

“What are you doing; I’m not going down there.” I said the strongest I could still whispering.“I refuse.”

“I'm not making you go but you’ll just have to stay up here all by yourself.”

I sucked in lots of air than sighed. “Fine as long as you jump out and kill them before they get to me.” He laughed under his breath and smirked a smile. I started laughing too.

"I'll try my best." He gave a crooked smile again and rolled his eyes. He put out his arm so I could grab hold. I held his arm tight like I always held my teddy bear and wouldn’t let it go. It was my comfort cling which I always held on to when I was scared as a child.

We started our way down the steps. With every step my heart clunk. I wanted to curl up in a corner and put a blanket over my head so no one could see me.

“Bailey.” David wispered breaking the silence that surrounded us.

“What!” I turned around really fast to see what he was looking at as he gave me a sudden burst of fear. We were almost at the bottom of the steps.

“Maybe there playing a prank on us?” David said as we stopped for a moment to think.

“Oh no,” I said shaking my head from side to side. “That’s impossible I know my parents and they would never do that. We get in trouble for even thinking about jumping out and scaring each other. No never.”

I proclaimed as I second guessed my decision in my head.

“Ok well I’m going to grab my keys and we are going to run to the car and maybe get the police involved. I’m going to check around for a while to see if anyone’s in the house. Alright Bails.”

He handed me the blue polka dotted umbrella that had been sitting by the bottom of the steps.

“Anything that comes when I’m not here and that’s not me you fling this umbrella at-ok.”

I agreed with him. I saw David pick up the big black pitchfork we used to stir the fire place wood with and walked of into the distance.

I crouch down and sat on the steps rocking back and forth. Every little breeze that went by, my heart pounded and leaped at alarm. Every minute seemed like thousands of seconds.

“No one,” I heard in the distance, “absolutely no one.” David walked into the kitchen that opened up to the living room. He shrugged his arms in dismay. “Maybe were hearing things. Lets atleast go somewhere else."