No one really understands how I feel. How would you like to be a bird stuck in a clock? Only can see the outside world every other hour? It’s not the best thing in the world.
My family is another story. The people who own my house are very old. Their faces are all wrinkly and scrunched up, they need this stick to walk and whenever they talk it sounds like “heeeeeeelllloooo ehhha ahhh”. You can’t even understand what they are saying. The person with no hair always takes his stick and bashes it against my house every night at midnight. Why put my house up on the kitchen wall if you can’t handle the coo coo, every hour. Oh my gosh, and those beats! Max and Caleb. Let me give you a flashback to a time when I was a young one….
It was a cold evening in late December, and I was enjoying the peace and quiet inside my house. The hour coo coo was about to approach any minute. I took my place on the spring all prepared to jump out of my home. Then the hour struck, I jumped out and to my surprise the beasts were growling at the door. The noise was something that I have never heard before. They were being really mean. I glanced over to what they were barking at. A black pallid man stood before the front portal. He was banging on the door. I was terrified. What was going to happen? My owner came from downstairs and approached the door. He had this long brown piece of wood in his hand. Was he going to hit him with it? He gently opened the door. “BAM”. The guy in the black was on the floor and red liquid gushed from his head. Sirens pierced my ears as they got closer to the house. I will never remember that night.
Now I still live in my home, hoping and praying danger never approaches again.