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At ten forty I asked him if he knew when they were coming home, and he said he didn’t.

While I waited I sat in the kitchen and made myself toast. I ate it with cinnamon sugar. I stared at the bread while I was eating it and thought about how it was a good thing I like toast, or else I wouldn’t have anything to do while I waited.

When the toast was done I went into the living room. I couldn’t find the remote so I let the TV watch me for once.

Finally it was eleven o’clock and they still weren’t home, so I called again just to make sure, and he sounded annoyed and said it was still too early to know. I hung up.

Now that I had everything to myself and I knew I would for awhile, and the neighbors weren’t around because they both go to work at eleven o’clock, I could finally sit down and do what I wanted.

I knew how to turn on Ronny’s computer because I’d seen him do it before, though he didn’t know I knew how. I waited for the screen to wake up and thought about whether I wanted another piece of toast. If the screen isn’t awake in ten seconds I’ll go make one. One, two, three…

It woke up on five so I didn’t make toast. Instead I waited until the little hourglass was gone and then clicked “Start.” I needed to find the blank white screen. I typed in “typing” in the search box.

Nothing came up. I typed in “write.” Nothing. I typed in “words.” There it was.

My heart was beating faster than usual. Maybe it was the sugar in the cinnamon sugar, or maybe it was because I found the right part of the computer to type in. I estimated that I had at least two hours before Ronny and the others got home. I would have to type fast.

I began to type what was on my mind and realized how hard it is to write what is happening as it happens, so I moved back and wrote about the past twenty minutes or so. I feel more and more relaxed. Maybe tonight I will sleep.