I couldn’t
believe my eyes…
This happened
at the end of summer , when I had already finished all my exams . I lived in
Najera , a small town in La Rioja , but not for a long time : my mother and I
had to go to go to live in Calahorra because of my mother’s job .So , she had
already rente dan apartment and , sometimes , she travelled to Calahorra to
leave some of our things in our new home .
That day , a
normal summer day , she was going to carry some stuff to Calahorra , helped by
my grandmother .I have to say something that will be important in this story :
I used t olive in the fourth floor , and my grandmother lived in the first one
.
She and my
mother were going to spend the night in Calahorra .I couldn’t go with them
because it was September and I had some recuperation exams the next day .
I’m definitely
not a lucky girl . Stupidly , I decided to go for a walk with my grandmother’s
dog .It was very funny until I realised that I had no keys .But I remembered
that my uncle probably had a copy , so I felt relaxed again and kept playing
with the dog .
Then , I went
to my uncle’s house to ask for the keys , but nobody answered .That’s when I
began to remember the horrible truth : my mother had told me that he still
wasn’t back from his trip to some stupid place that I couldn’t remember…
A Little
worried , I went to my Street and began asking the neighbours if they had a key
of my house . None of them had one .I felt the urge of giving myself a facepalm
. What was I going to do alone , all night , with a dog too small to hurt
anything bigger than a rat (unless it was a really huge rat) and worst of all ,
without my school books ? Would I be murdered ? Would I fail my exams ? What
would I do with the dog ? I couldn’t enter the school with him the next day ,
even if I survived that night .My paranoid and dramatic personality started
imagining the most horrible scenarios . I felt like the main carácter of a
horror movie .Only the dog biting me playfully but showing very little control
on his own strengh kept me in the real world .
After boiling
my brain trying to find a way to enter my house , I thought about visiting a
friend of my mother .I didn’t know if she was traveling , but she was my only
hope .She wouldn’t have any copy of the keys , but I would be safe for the
night .The only problema was that she lived far , in Uruñuela…
I went to her
house , hoping she would be there , attacked by that crazy hyperactive dog
which wanted to play and kept running everywhere and biting my feet .Unluckily
, my mother’s friend wasn’t there .She was probably enjoying the sun at a
beautiful beach , while I stood alone with the night already falling , a crazy
dog and no school books .I swore and cursed the dog , Calahorra , my
grandmother , my neighbours , my mother , the keys , myself , all the world…
I made my way
back and decided to try to hide somewhere and hope no crazy murderer would find
me .I finally arrived to Nájera and crossed sadly my Street .Then , I started
wondering where to go , when I saw suddenly the dog looking at me with a
hopeful look in his eyes .He was probably hungry and knew that I usually had
dog treats in my pockets .
I put one hand
in my pocket to give him some food , and felt something metallic .When I looked
at it , I couldn’t believe my eyes and hesitated between anger and relief .
Finally , I
hadn’t forgotten the blasted keys .They had been there . All the time .
Again , I
wanted to give myself a ‘’facepalm’’ .And that time I did it
, to the shock and amazement of the few people that were near me , and of the
dog , who was still waiting for his treat…
Laura Jaquet- 2º de bachillerato
