I gathered everyone, feeling guilty all the way. I explained what was going on as I woke everyone up one by one. We all gathered in the kitchen, with the strangers watching us like hawkes. One of them pulls me over and said" If we don't get all your money, we will kill this little girl where she stands." An idea pops into my head. Something I'd only seen in movies. If it didn't work, I was gonna die anyway. I face the assailant and look him dead in the eye. I wanted to face my killer if I failed. I get my hands ready, and suddenly knock the gun out of his hand and into mine. Bang! goes the gun and a bullet hole appeared in his head as he collapsed on the kitchen floor. I bolt outside before I the other man knew what was happening.

I squish behind the back fridge, the hand with the gun wiggling free. My other hand was over my mouth to control my breathing. The man ran out the door and I prayed that he didn't see me. He rounds the corner to the fridge and overlooks me entirely. I line up my shot, and another bang escapes it. The storm was enough to cover the sound, the perfect night for a robbery. He too collapsed to the ground, and the rest of my family come rushing out to see me. My face was stone cold, and my parents were crying. I had saved my family, and for that they were grateful.