While I ran home, my mind wandered. Why was he screaming? Why did he call when he knew I was in class? Did an intruder break into our home? Was our grandmother injured while falling down the stairs? Did the dog run away?
I sprinted to the door. The call alarmed me during class. The professor was discussing grammar when the phone vibrated. I rushed out of the room and slammed my finger on the button to retrieve the call. I heard my brother scream and the call ended. I did not get a chance to respond.
As I pulled on the door knob, I realized that my brother locked it. I raced around the house and found a window that my brother forgot to lock. As I jumped to it, I grasped the ledge and heaved myself to the window. I struggled with the screen but was able to pry it open with my finger nails and teeth. I pulled until my hands landed on the bed beside the window. I kicked my legs to propel my body through the window.
I screamed and screamed for my brother. Where was he? I saw that there were puddles of water in the hallway that looked like footprints. I was out of breath but continued to run while looking for my brother. Then I saw him.
He had been in the shower and had my towel wrapped around his waist. He looked at me and pointed to the bathroom. As I proceeded, I saw what scared him. An insect the size of a grain of rice crawled around the tub while moving its antennae.
"He was crawling on me!" my brother screamed.
I took a tissue, lifted the bug, and brought it outside. My brother thanked me and went to the shower. The problem was solved; I saved the day.
