The house was quiet and I had it all to myself for once. Well, I thought I did. I had no idea there was a possum in the house.
As the youngest of four teenagers and the only girl, it was a big deal for me to be home by myself. It was such a big deal that when Megan asked me to go over to her house, I texted back that I just wanted to stay home. Of course, she texted Kylee saying I was mad at her, and then Kylee texted me. It turned into this big thing, and after I’d finally called and texted everyone, both Kylee and Megan just came over. Whatever, I guess I couldn’t be alone in the house for once, but it turned out that I was really happy to have company.
Usually, my older brothers eat all the good stuff before I get a chance to even see what we have, but Mom went shopping today and my brothers are all out on camping trips or doing school stuff, so I get first pick. I grabbed up a couple of bags of unopened chips (usually, I just get the crumbs), some soda and head into the living room. Megan and Kylee got to my place about five minutes later, and before long we were laughing, play-fighting over whose playlist we were going to listen to, eating, and telling Kylee what to text her boyfriend.
All of a sudden, we heard a crash come from upstairs. It sounded like it was from my brother Bryan’s room, but I couldn’t be sure. We just looked at each other for a second, and then started talking all at the same time. Kylee was asking me if I was sure if my brothers were all gone. Megan was threatening to run out to her car and drive away. I was trying to calm everyone down, including myself. Finally, I just laughed. “It’s probably just a stray cat or something that got in the house.”
So, we decided to go upstairs and investigate. We decided to start with Bryan’s room, since it was right above the living room and the crash sounded like it came from there. Together, we kind of hugged and huddled our way up the stairs and to the hallway, whispering and giggling nervously, sure we were being stupid and silly, but determined to be sure.
I nudged the door to Bryan’s messy room open with my foot, and we all peered in. We couldn’t see anything, it was dark. So, I reached in and flipped on the light. Eyes, teeth, hissing, some kind of large furry thing. There was a possum in the house, sitting right on top of Bryan’s desk, where it had knocked over a stack of stuff, as well as Bryan’s basketball trophy. A big, ugly, possum in the house, and there was no freaking way we were going to stick around by ourselves! We ran back down the stairs and out the front door, barely giving Megan any time to grab her purse with her car keys. I called Mom from Kylee’s house, screaming about the possum in the house and that I wasn’t going to go back home until that thing was gone.
I haven’t wanted to stay home by myself ever since. I’d much rather be there with my four big brothers and let them take care of the possum in the house!