LIZZY POV

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I slowly reach for my light switch. He doesn't pay any attention to me. but to my laptop screen. I flick the lights on and the man on my window squints his eyes.

I got a clearer view of him. He has a mixed skin color with dark black eyes and curly hair. He also had a small pointy nose. He is wearing a black fedora over his curly hair. He had on  white slacks and oddly a white suit as well. (SMOOTH CRIMINAL OUTFIT).

"What the..." He tries to say. His voice was soft for a man who was breaking into my house.

His eyes widen and he slips. He falls face forward to the floor. The bang was really hard and loud. He groaned.

"SIR!" I say.

"Honey?! What's going on?" I hear my mom yell.

"holy cow what do I do?" I say to myself.

The man gets up and looks at me.

"Get out my house!" I whisper.

"I can't." He said.

"Then I would gladly call the police!" I whisper back urgently

"Can I at least keep a souvenir?" He said.

"What the hell- No!" I whisper.

"Like I don't know say a bra?" He said.

"Okay wow no, and get out my house?" I whisper.

I hear my dad's feet climbing up the stairs.

I try to push the man out the window.

"Woah." He said.

We started having a whispering argument of what is happening.

"Honey?" I hear my dad say.

When he said that it made me jump.

I grab the man's hand and I stuff him in my closet.

"SH!" I say.

I slam the closet door closed and I let out a sigh. My dad opened the door.

"Is everything alright?" My dad asked.

"Yeah I just had a nightmare." I say.

"Okay well Liz, try not to kill yourself, the book ending isn't the end of the world." My dad said.

"I know i'm sorry. Please don't worry." I say.

I can feel my heart hammering against my chest. There was a man in my closet.

"Well, good night sweetheart, love you." My dad said kissing my cheek.

"You too daddy. " I say.

Then my dad turned around and walked out the room. Once I heard his room door close I scrambled and opened my closet.

"Thank you." He whispered.

"Whatever just get out my house." I say.

"Daddy? What are you? 10?" He snickered.

"You should be talking when I can have the police here in seconds!" I say.

"Fine. Fine." He said getting out of my closet.

"Now go back where you came from." I say.

"You know, you are pretty attractive, what's your name baby?" he asked smiling.

I respond by taking my phone out of my pocket.

"Okay! Jeez no need for police, I'm leaving." He said.

He went back to the window and climbed out. Not before waving my blue bra in his hand and running away.

"You little!" I shout out after him.

Great now I lost my favorite blue bra to a gangster. I closed my window and I turned my lights off. I fall on my bed with a huff. Then it hit me. He called me attractive. My cheeks flush hot. This was the first time anyone has ever called me that. I shouldn't be thinking of this. He is a gangster who probably called about 500 other girls attractive.

I turn to my side and feel myself drift off.