One night, I was awoken by the sound of distance thunder. As I opened my eyes, I found that I was lying on my bed. It was three o’clock in the morning and my family— my father and mother who were sleeping in their room, and old little brother Tommy who was sleeping in our room, were all sleeping soundly. Everything was silent, except the loud ‘distance thunder’: A truck ran along the road loudly. My home was next to a road and the noise of the cars was a big problem.
I tried to sleep again but another noise stopped me from my rest: Tommy’s snore was really noisy. “How can such a little child produce the thunder like snore?” I thought angrily. “The truck first, then Tommy’s snore! I hope I can sleep at night like all the other normal people, not open my eyes and listen to my brother’s snore!” I got off my bed and walked to him, wanted to shake his shoulders and shout at him. But at that moment, I heard a strange sound. I stopped and listened.
‘Clock’. The front door of my home was opening. Then I heard the door opened quietly. “Who is it?” I thought. “Someone is coming into our home now!” I thought when I heard a careful footstep coming in. The footsteps were coming to my room.
I got back into my quilt quickly and closed my eyes. I heard a horrible sound: My room’s door was opening. I heard a person come in and he stood beside my bed! I wanted to know who he was, so I opened my eyes a little bit. Before I open them, I hoped he was my grandma, or Aunt Mary, but it was totally wrong. He was a tall, thin man with brown hair and thick eyebrows. He was wearing a dark blue jacket and a pair of jeans and he was holding a knife. I had never seen that man before.
The man looked around and went out. Then I heard him go to my parents’ room which was opposite to my room. “A thief!” I whispered to myself. The only telephone was in my parents’ room so I couldn’t call the police. Maybe I could just wait until he went away. I still lay and listened. The man opened some drawers. I waited for about forty seconds, then I found that I couldn’t just lie there. I should do something.
I wore a pair of socks and took a mirror which was pulled out from my microscope. I walked without any sound (because of the socks) and hid in the shadow next to the opened door of my parents’ room. The man was still stealing things. I turned the mirror and finally I saw the situation in the room: My parents were sleeping. The thief took out money and jewellery of my Mum from the drawers. He put them into a handbag. I felt really angry. “He can’t do that! Those are not his things! How about us after he stole those things? There’s no way to let him go! I should stop him! I WILL stop him!!” I sneaked back to my room. I was going to fight.
I borrowed two of Tommy’s ‘kids’ golf club’ from his toy box and tied them together with a rope. Then I tied my pocket knife on its end so I had a spear. I took out my slingshot and a small bag of marbles. In a few minutes, the thief was still searching money in my parents’ room. I took my weapons and went straightly to the room.
I hid in the shadow outside the room again. The thief couldn’t see me. I shot three marbles quietly. They hit the thief heavily, one hit his left eye and two hit his face. The thief cried lightly. He covered his painful eye and looked around to see who shot the marbles. I had shot three marbles again before he saw me. They all hit his face. The thief looked around slowly, then he saw me. “You naughty boy,” He whispered in a deep voice. “This is the sleeping time, why aren’t you in bed?” “Oh yes, I’m sorry.” I replied. “I forgot that I’m not a thief.” His face turned red. He attacked me suddenly.
My spear was useful to protect myself from the thief’s knife. The thief couldn’t hurt me but I could. However, I’m just a twelve years old boy. I became tired. Although the thief got hurt, he still had plenty of energy to fight. The spear was heavier and heavier. “I don’t have energy! I will lose!” I thought. The thief walked closer with his knife. I wanted to hit him but I couldn’t hold my spear. He grinned— suddenly, he fell down. Dad stood behind him. The noise of our fight woke him up. He hit the thief with a big heavy book. Then Mum ran to me and hugged me tightly. She woke up too.
Dad tied the thief and called the police. Soon, the police came and brought the thief away after asking Dad and I some questions. The money and jewellery were all returned to us.
I looked at the clock and found that it’s just four o’clock in the morning! I thought that it had been at least three hours already! We went back to sleep. When I went into my room, I found an amazing thing: Tommy was still sleeping, snoring continuously. I lay on my bed, yawned and stretched my arms. I felt happy that the night was silent again—except for Tommy’s snore and some occasionally noise that was made by the trucks.