Personal Narrative: My Owls

It is 5 AM in the morning, my room was just plain dark as if there was no existence. I noticed my door open with a loud *Squeeeeak*, a quick hand motion I saw, almost looked it something of the speed of light. My owl next to my door was gone, I screamed out loud scared, yelling “WHOS THERE?” no one replied but a very loud *Screeeeetch*. There was someone moving down the staircase, the sounds it made spooked me. I thought to myself “Who would steal a stuffed owl?” could it be my brother or sister? I quickly just closed my door, locked it, and turned on my lights. I saw my baseball bat under all my stuffed animals, while grabbing it I grabbed my stuffed bird. Unlocking my door and going in the hall way that’s almost just like a void, seeing a
The paper read: “I have always been jealous, today this Christmas my brother got a stuffed owl, I have always wanted a stuffed animal but I never get anything. I am going to do something bad to his owl”. I quickly ran down stairs to see sprinkles of light flying everywhere, the cotton off my stuffed owl looked like a raining meteorite. I fell down on my knees, crying, it was just as something just hit me on my chest super hard. I said “Why…. Why… WHYYYY?” My sister stared at me, her eyes glowing as flames vanish my owl in ashes. She makes a vicious laugh “Mawa hahah” “Did you really think I’m going to make you keep that stuffed owl?” Ha that’s not going to happen instead you can have it in ashes, you can now feel the pain I go through every time we open up presents during Christmas. I never get something that I want, I always get something that I don’t ask for. She runs into her room and shuts the door *BANG*. As I was crying in tears, falling from my eyes to the wooden floor I try to grab the owl from the fire but it’s long gone, invisible as it was never created. From that day on I have never gotten anything that was stuffed in my