My Unit Assessment Composition! (:

Locked Doors and Filthy Trails

“Dean, honey, spit it out. You’re not supposed to chew the wrapper as well! Yes, I know you’ve got big strong teeth but you still aren’t allowed to eat wrappers!”

And with that I shoved a finger into my bay brother’s mouth and got out the wrapper of the sweet I had recently given him as a treat for not crying for Mother.

After a few hours of doing nothing but cradling Dean and watching bad television, while praying that he would fall asleep. When Dean finally closed his eyes and snored softly, I breathed a sigh of relief and decided to go down the street and get the newspaper or maybe this week’s Vogue. I grabbed the keys of the house and set off down the road in a hurry to get back home.

Twenty minutes later when I reached home dragging a bag filled with magazines and a newspaper. I put my key in the lock, it turned, and why would it not?

But the problem began when I pushed the door and it did not open. A wave of panic swept over me and I tried to think straight. I tried to remember what I did before leaving but my thoughts refused to get in order. I thought about how the door could possibly lock itself.

I only landed with one logical explanation: someone had to be inside! And my mind drifted to all the things that could have happened to Dean during all the time I was gone.

I went around the house to the back door and I saw a sight that made me shiver down my spine. It sent cold beads of sweat running down my face. It made me stop dead in my tracks. A set of large footprints led from the boundary wall to the back door.

I turned the handle and to my relief it twisted creakily. But this door too would not open when I pushed it. I was determined to break down the door to get back to my lonely brother.

After several minutes of smacking the door I sensed defeat. I sat down holding my arm gingerly.And then I heard something! A slow creak and when I turned to look at the door it was open just a crack; perfect to see who was there and being seen.

I pushed the door open and went inside but there was no one inside. Not a soul in sight.

The hair on the back of my neck stood on end and I felt as though someone was watching me. I relaxed when I had checked every single room other than the lounge where Dean was. So, that was when I decided to go check on Dean while he slept.

I wandered into the lounge and Dean was not there. I flew into a panic for the second time in one day. I ran to the nursery hoping that somehow he had ended up there. And to my amazement, there he was lying peacefully in his cot, fast asleep.

But there it was! The same set of footprints on the beige carpet leading from the doorway to the cot. I took Dean in my arms and savoured his reassuring gently warm smell.

Amazingly, everything was alright. I had been able to babysit my brother without ruining someone or something (in short I hadn’t screwed it up).

And then I heard something again! The door to the nursery swung shut. And I was left wondering why that had happened with a wailing Dean cradled in my arms…

Author's Notes:

Don't mind the bracket part! I was all happily pissed off! (:

Hope you like it but even if you didn't do comment and let me know what you thought of it!

I'd love to hear some criticism! It really is refreshing...

And makes me keep my feet on the ground! (:

Until next time! (:

C'ya!