It was a beautiful morning. The sky was blue and I could smell the pancakes that my mother was making. I rush down and try to beat my brother Teddy down the stairs. My name is Ashley and I'm 13 years old. My brother Teddy is 8 years old. We live in an ordinary house in Virginia. My mom had the day off today and that's why she is making us breakfast. It's a Saturday which means I have soccer today. I love soccer I've been doing it for about three years now and I plan on doing it for as long as I can.

Teddy was scarfing down his food when my mom said " Teddy slow down or you'll choke." As usual Teddy just ignored her. I was reading a magazine while eating and an article stood out to me. It was saying that there had been a robbery not to far from where I live. The robber got some of their things but wasn't able to get a lot.
All of a sudden I herd a ringing noise which scared me. It was my dad trying to call my mom on her phone. I couldn't quiet here what he was trying to say to her but then again I wasn't trying to be nosy. My mom hung up the phone and told me that my dad was going to be coming home early to watch me play soccer.

When my dad got home from work I was ready to go To my game. On the way there I saw a man on the side of the road. He was wearing dark clothes and had a hood over his head so I couldn't see his face. It was a little strange because I had never seen him before. It was a little creepy.