POV In-class exercise

The heavy knocks subsided and I breathed sigh of relief. I had almost been afraid that the impudent robber was about to knock down the new mahogany door. I pushed off the pile of t-shirts I had hid under and stood up, stretching my sore limbs. To think! What a story I now had to tell my brother Robert when he came home! A few moments earlier I had cursed him for not coming home on time; if he had arrived home at promptly 4 o’clock, I wouldn’t have had to face the robber alone. Now, I though happily, that I had survived an almost-deadly attack, and he missed out on the fun! Just as I was gloating over this minor triumph, I heard the squeak of the glass door in the back sliding open—shoot! I had forgotten to lock that door! I froze as I heard heavy footsteps downstairs—I knew they were heading towards the drawer where my parents always kept $500 dollars on hand for my sister’s piano lessons and my art lessons. But to my surprise, the footsteps were traveling towards the staircase leading upstairs—towards me! I scrambled back under the safety of the pile of clothes. They must be going for mom’s jewelry, I thought, as the footsteps came nearer and nearer—but instead of turning left towards the master bedroom, they turned towards my room—uh-oh—


POV OF INTRUDER:
I rummaged through my wallet—my jeans pockets—my jacket pockets—and still the silver key was nowhere in sight. Then I remembered that Michelle was home! I knocked on the door and waited for her to appear impatiently at the door and snap, “Did you really need me to open the door for you? Where is your key?” However, not even her shadow could be seen through the textured glass door. I slammed on the door—she must be taking a nap. When frenzied knocking produced still no Michelle at the door, I heaved a sigh and decided to try my luck at the backdoor. Leave it up to Michelle to forget to lock it, despite my dad’s constant warning about burglars. I walked to the back, and to my surprise, the glass door slid open with ease. Anger returned to me when I saw that Michelle’s Nikes were next to the door—so she hadn’t gone out—she’d purposely been ignoring my knocking! I marched upstairs to give her a piece of my mind.