TITLE: HIGH-TECH MEADOWS
GENRE: Middle-Grade Light Sci-Fi
I shot straight up in bed. Tingles ran down my spine like jillions of electrons dancing the cha-cha.
Hail pelted our house, and the wind moaned. Being jolted awake by thunder three nights in one week was way past ridiculous. The green LEDs glowing on my alarm clock read 10:49. I’d only slept thirty minutes at best. I was so done with storms.
“Anyone home?” I called out into the darkness.
Nobody answered. Totally expected that.
Heating up my own dinner every night and telling myself when to go to bed was one thing, but dealing with lightning bolts that ripped open the sky and pummeled the roof with hail!? Earlier this week, I sent Mom an email asking if it was legal for a twelve-year-old to be home alone during a storm.
Yes. I checked.
P.S. You should wait the storm out in the big closet downstairs.
A coat closet. That was the only comfort available to me.
Just as my feet hit the floor, lightning crackled and flashed again. BOOOOOOMMM. Holy thunderclap! I jumped back in my bed like when I was a little kid afraid of the alligators on my floor at night. The thunder rumbled in my chest. My heart shifted into turbo-mode. The angry lightning bolt must’ve hit something in my backyard. Please. Not the treehouse.
Another flash and POP. The mighty thunder crash vibrated my cello strings. Eerie notes played by a phantom cellist lingered in the air, mixing with the storm noises.