The Amulet: A Fictional Narrative

Barely catching the amulet, John fell to the ground. “What did you do!! You could of hurt the amulet!,” Mr. Smith screeched. “Mr. Smith. Why is this amulet so important? Tell me,” John said in a threatening tone. “Hah. You wouldn’t understand!,” Mr. Smith growled. John, quickly eyeing a knife on the table, immediately snatched it. “Oh really? If that’s how it’s going to be, then you don’t mind if I…,” raising the knife in the air, John thrust the it towards the amulet. “WAIT!!!,” roared Mr. Smith. “Are you going to tell us than?,” John said as he waved the knife in the air. “The amulet is a key,” Mr. Smith said in a appealing voice. “A key to what?,” I said as I tried to think of all the possibilities.
“A key to a ship,” he said serious. “A..ship?,” said John in a mocking tone. “Yeah. A.. SHIP!!.” As Mr. Smith thrust a piece of glass at John, the amulet went flying. Mr. Smith, then went flying for the amulet.
They had asked us about everything that happened. I told them the whole truth, besides the facts about the ships, lights, and everything like that. As they took Mr. Smith away, the only thing he kept spouting about was the ship and the amulet. The police thought he was nuts. “So what are you going to do when your parents get home?,” John asked as he waddled over from the paramedics truck. “I’m going to say a crazy man broke into my house,” I said in a sarcastic tone. “Man, I’m still trying to wrap my head around the lights and the quakes from earlier,” he said in a exhausted tone. “I think it was all a reaction the amulet made from the ship being nearby,” I said as I looked at the amulet. “Are you sure about that?,” John asked. “Positive. However, there are things that still bug me,” I said in a worried tone. “So, what are you going to do now?,” asked John in a quizzical tone. “I’m going to find out what all this means,” I said as I looked up at the sky. “Can I come along?,” John asked playfully.