I wrote this for school the past week. I am hoping to draw pictures to accompany it, hopefully I'll post them soon!
When I turned on my bedside lamp last night, I was startled to find a large "something" on my bed. I wasted no time in inspecting it, only to find that it was the shape of an egg, a bluish greenish color, very hard, and very smelly. Now I was left to ponder what to do with IT. After all, I couldn't just climb back in bed and go to sleep. I would have to move it. As it was heavy, I eased it onto the floor and then contemplated again what to do. I couldn't leave it in my room . . what if it hatched while I was sleeping? No, there was no other option. It would have to go into my sister's room. I rolled it across the dark hallway. IT seemed to hesitate at the door, as if unsure if this was an safe place to be. But hearing loud snoring coming from within, I nudged it along, confident of my choice.
I was awakened that morning by a loud, cracking noise, followed by a scream. Then silence. I smiled, rolled over, and snuggled back into my bed and reflected on my lack of compassionate love for my sister.
