There is a terrifying monster in my bedroom. I haven’t slept in years- although mum says I only started complaining last week- and have taken special measures in stealing my dad’s most powerful flashlight. My best friend Mark told me the scariest monsters don’t like light and so I keep it under my pillow. Dad’s quite upset he lost it but I told him I was sure it would turn up after the full moon, probably. That’s how long Alex- he’s my big brother- told me I’d have to wait before I was safe.
It’s not a terribly big monster but I once heard a lady saying the best things come in small packages and this one didn’t even have a package to begin with so I can only imagine he is the best and meanest monster there is. I know it’s a “he”. Girls aren’t scary- unless they’re yelling. But you can always turn the TV up when that happens. You can’t ignore the monster.
He lives one of my shelves, not quite at the head of my bed but close enough. Sometimes I think that’s better- keeping the things you fear closest to you. That way you can whack them on the head and give them a nasty bruise before they have time to creep up on you.
Last night was the worst night yet. I went to bed extra early, hoping I’d fall asleep before it got dark. No such luck. I hadn’t done much during the day and wasn’t even close to tired. When I looked over at the clock it flashed 23.13. These were numbers I didn’t usually see so I knew it was late and should take secret delight in it but it was no smiling matter.
It was mum who brought him into the house. Mum knows I love her so maybe she thought she was bringing me a nice monster, a friend of some sort. But if she had wanted that all she would have had to have done was bring home a baby brother instead. One I could boss about.
I was all exited because she said she had a present for me and I was bouncing up and down on the couch, dying for her to come through the door. When she did my heart was being all weird, kind of like one of those racing cars that goes round and round the track. I’m pretty convinced my heart looks something like a racing car; it’s better than those fluffy pink things I always see everywhere.
Mum was real excited too and didn’t even bother to take her shoes off when she came in and that is a big deal for mum.
“This is very special,” she told me, sitting down and opening her bag took out a funny sort of object, square and...flappable. On the back there were words which she read out-
“Inside this book lives a monster.” From that moment on I knew I was doomed.
There is a terrifying monster in my bedroom. I haven’t slept in years- although mum says I only started complaining last week- and have taken special measures in stealing my dad’s most powerful flashlight. My best friend Mark told me the scariest monsters don’t like light and so I keep it under my pillow. Dad’s quite upset he lost it but I told him I was sure it would turn up after the full moon, probably. That’s how long Alex- he’s my big brother- told me I’d have to wait before I was safe.
It’s not a terribly big monster but I once heard a lady saying the best things come in small packages and this one didn’t even have a package to begin with so I can only imagine he is the best and meanest monster there is. I know it’s a “he”. Girls aren’t scary- unless they’re yelling. But you can always turn the TV up when that happens. You can’t ignore the monster.
He lives one of my shelves, not quite at the head of my bed but close enough. Sometimes I think that’s better- keeping the things you fear closest to you. That way you can whack them on the head and give them a nasty bruise before they have time to creep up on you.
Last night was the worst night yet. I went to bed extra early, hoping I’d fall asleep before it got dark. No such luck. I hadn’t done much during the day and wasn’t even close to tired. When I looked over at the clock it flashed 23.13. These were numbers I didn’t usually see so I knew it was late and should take secret delight in it but it was no smiling matter.
It was mum who brought him into the house. Mum knows I love her so maybe she thought she was bringing me a nice monster, a friend of some sort. But if she had wanted that all she would have had to have done was bring home a baby brother instead. One I could boss about.
I was all exited because she said she had a present for me and I was bouncing up and down on the couch, dying for her to come through the door. When she did my heart was being all weird, kind of like one of those racing cars that goes round and round the track. I’m pretty convinced my heart looks something like a racing car; it’s better than those fluffy pink things I always see everywhere.
Mum was real excited too and didn’t even bother to take her shoes off when she came in and that is a big deal for mum.
“This is very special,” she told me, sitting down and opening her bag took out a funny sort of object, square and...flappable. On the back there were words which she read out-
“Inside this book lives a monster.” From that moment on I knew I was doomed.
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