Sometimes the sound of silence is a dreadful sound. The sound of absolutely nothing. No movement, nothing. Solitude is your only companion.
I was trembling with excitement. I just couldn’t wait to visit our new house. It was a beautiful sunny April day, which was quite rare for this area.
My mother and I were on our way to the house for our first time. My father was not with us, for he was busy running his business, as always. It seems like he is always out running his business, even on holidays. I wish this was not the case. I did get to spend plenty of time with my mother though, and I enjoyed that. My mother was one of the friendliest people I have ever met. She always has the biggest smile on her face to lighten up everyone’s day. But she does get angry at times, especially when her schedule doesn’t quite work out. And then there is me, William. I love anything that has to do with exploring, whether it is indoors or outdoors.
As we approached the magnificent house, I was filled with awe. The house looked even more exciting and appealing in real life from online. Once our car came to a stop, I immediately rushed to the door, seeing if it was open.
Once I found that it was, I pushed the grand oak doors apart and stood there. Everything was perfectly fashioned. The subtle scent of fresh wood and fabric filled me with delight. Light streamed in from every direction, brightening up the already impressive decor.
The polished glass parts on the chandeliers glistened and spectacular colors danced throughout. I put my bag down and started the run to my left, which appeared to be a living room.
“Wait one second, Mr. Wellington,” my mom commanded. “And where do you think your going?”
“Exploring of course,” I proudly stated.
“That’s fine, but it is extremely important…”
Once I heard the all clear, I decided to charge to that living room from before. This was the biggest room I had ever seen! You could fit 3 homes in just this room! Then I ran off to the next room as happy as could be.
Little did William know that the bright rays of sunshine were ferociously replaced with black shadows in the shape of claws, slowly creeping there way to him.
Thirty minutes later, I found myself to be a little lost, forgetting to trace my steps. I didn’t really care, though. I was having so much fun!
After an hour of exploring, I started to care for getting back. I was getting a little tired and hungry. Plus, I remembered that my mother said something along the lines of “it is extremely important to be back…” To be back… Oh! She said to be back for an event, I realized. Oh no, I though. It couldn’t possibly be the event where father’s CEO friends are coming over, right. I think it is! My heart dropped. My mother specifically said that if I missed this I would be grounded for the rest of my life. I thought how it was nearly impossible to make the event.
I started to panic. My face was all hot and sweaty. I took off in the direction I came in. Then I realized this was a new room so I ran the other direction. I took a left. I ended up in a dead end where a large painting and a cushioned bench happened to be.
I turned around again. I could hear myself panting. I could feel a river of tears building up inside of me. It was as if a needle was one millimeter away from a balloon. Any second I would burst and my emotions would wander throughout the house. I ran at full speed ahead.
Painfully black. I tripped on a stupid rug. My emotions got the better out of my body. I started to cry. I wanted to get out of the mess I was in. I wanted my mom to come and help me. I never wanted this day to end like this…
I listened to the chandeliers ever so lightly tap each other. I felt the ever so still air, barely moving at all. I looked at the elegant furniture that has never been touched. I noticed the beautiful view right outside the window of a lush field.
Then it hit me. Why did I even end up in the position I was in, I thought? I got up with a big smile on my face and started to run to the room to the left.
I was back fifteen minutes later, out of breath.
“Where were you?” mother demanded in a pleasant tone.
“Oh sorry, I just got a little lost, that’s all,” I admitted.
“Well, be a little earlier next time. Did you have fun?” she asked enthusiastically.
“Yes, I did as a matter of fact,” I cheered with a little laugh. That was true, for I learned one important lesson that day.