TITLE: CHASING BUTTER
GENRE: MG Contemporary
I slammed the door and braced my back against it as I tried to catch my breath.
The door rattled as the “bully bandits” tried to open it from the other side.
“Natalya? Is that you?” Momma bellowed from upstairs. “What’s with all that raucous? What’s going on down there? Do you need me to come down there?”
“No-o-o-o!” I replied, lying. “Just some friends trying to get me to come outside.”
“Well, unless they have jobs and can buy me a door, they need to stop beating on mine.”
I guess they heard Momma because the thump-thump-thump and rattle-rattle-rattle stopped instantly. I slithered to the window, slid the curtain to the side, and scanned the yard. They’re gone!
Making my way to the kitchen, I heard a stumble in the distance, like the sound of a person falling.
Momma must have heard it too because she bolted down the stairs and examined my body like she was a physician. “What happened? Are you alright?”
I tapped my lips, inching away from the door. “Shhh!”
“Who you shushing, child?” Momma looked around the room. She headed for the door.
I took a deep breath, squinted, and prayed silently wishing Momma would make a U-turn and go back to where she came. But if you knew Momma, you would know not even God can tell her what to do.
“Momma! Momma, please!” I begged. “Don’t open the door.”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” she scolded. She turned the knob. The door flung open.