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they were coming.
She finished the biscuit and considered
having another one, but wasn't really hungry any more. She hid the
jam in the bottom drawer of the desk and put the backpack in the
closet. Now if the movers came, she was ready for them. If she was
really lucky, maybe she'd have time to explore before lunch.
Starr dragged a chair out onto the porch, but
after a few minutes, she found herself under attack by mosquitoes.
There wasn't any repellant in the bathroom, so she dragged the
chair back into the kitchen and sat on the living room couch for
awhile and stared out the window. She thought she might see some
deer or other animals, but nothing was moving out there right
now.
After what seemed like forever, Starr gave
up. If she couldn't explore Storm Point, she could at least explore
the area around the cabin. She'd be able to hear the truck when it
arrived and maybe she'd find another secret hiding place or a
treasure of some sort.
The idea of another discovery perked her up
and she put on a long sleeved shirt to foil the mosquitoes and went
outside. She wondered if she should lock the door. If she didn't,
her mother was likely to come by to check. But she felt silly
locking it when she was right there. Crossing her fingers, she
decided not to lock it, but put the keys in her pocket so she could
lock up quickly if she had to.
She looked around as she came out onto the
porch, but still didn't see the moving truck. Better yet, she
didn't see her mother charging down the path to check up on
her.
She waited a long moment, but nothing moved.
The air was still and it was almost eerie how quiet it was. Almost
as if the trees were holding their breath. She realized she was
holding her breath as she listened, and now let it out slowly,
gradually feeling safe. She looked up the path one more time and
then stepped off the porch and walked around the side of the
cabin.
As she came around the corner, she saw a
small window high up on the wall and figured it was the one in the
kitchen. Which meant that the next window was to her room. It
looked pretty big from the outside and Starr tried to look in. But
even standing on tiptoe, it was too far off the ground. She backed
up a little to see if she could see anything, but only the light in
the middle of the ceiling was visible from here.
She tried to look under the cabin, but the
walls went all the way down and it looked as if there were concrete
blocks underneath. She already knew there wasn't a basement, so
maybe there was some kind of crawl space. She grinned with sudden
inspiration. Maybe there were even more cubbyholes. She'd have to
look for them later.
Before going around to the back, she listened
carefully, but there was still no sound of the truck. So she
rounded the corner. Her mother's room took up the entire back side
of the cabin and the window was much larger than hers. It was also
much lower. Starr stood on her toes to see if she could see in. As
she leaned forward slightly, she put her hand on the window sill
and felt the screen move.
Surprised, Starr examined the screen and
realized it wasn't really attached to the window. It looked as if
it was just sitting on a couple of nails. She looked up at the top
and realized that the only thing holding the screen in place was
two more nails which had been pounded in at an angle.
She went back around the corner and looked at
her window to see if it was like that, too. But her screen was
screwed into the window frame. She reached up to see if it moved,
but it didn't. That's odd, she thought as she returned to the other
window. Reaching up, she was able to slide the screen out of the
way. If she wanted to, she could easily climb in.
Starr's eyes lit up. This was very handy. If
she lost her key and got locked out, now she'd be able to get back
in. She carefully pulled the screen back into place and stepped
back. Even though she knew where to look, the nails were so well
placed that she couldn't tell that the screen
She finished the biscuit and considered
having another one, but wasn't really hungry any more. She hid the
jam in the bottom drawer of the desk and put the backpack in the
closet. Now if the movers came, she was ready for them. If she was
really lucky, maybe she'd have time to explore before lunch.
Starr dragged a chair out onto the porch, but
after a few minutes, she found herself under attack by mosquitoes.
There wasn't any repellant in the bathroom, so she dragged the
chair back into the kitchen and sat on the living room couch for
awhile and stared out the window. She thought she might see some
deer or other animals, but nothing was moving out there right
now.
After what seemed like forever, Starr gave
up. If she couldn't explore Storm Point, she could at least explore
the area around the cabin. She'd be able to hear the truck when it
arrived and maybe she'd find another secret hiding place or a
treasure of some sort.
The idea of another discovery perked her up
and she put on a long sleeved shirt to foil the mosquitoes and went
outside. She wondered if she should lock the door. If she didn't,
her mother was likely to come by to check. But she felt silly
locking it when she was right there. Crossing her fingers, she
decided not to lock it, but put the keys in her pocket so she could
lock up quickly if she had to.
She looked around as she came out onto the
porch, but still didn't see the moving truck. Better yet, she
didn't see her mother charging down the path to check up on
her.
She waited a long moment, but nothing moved.
The air was still and it was almost eerie how quiet it was. Almost
as if the trees were holding their breath. She realized she was
holding her breath as she listened, and now let it out slowly,
gradually feeling safe. She looked up the path one more time and
then stepped off the porch and walked around the side of the
cabin.
As she came around the corner, she saw a
small window high up on the wall and figured it was the one in the
kitchen. Which meant that the next window was to her room. It
looked pretty big from the outside and Starr tried to look in. But
even standing on tiptoe, it was too far off the ground. She backed
up a little to see if she could see anything, but only the light in
the middle of the ceiling was visible from here.
She tried to look under the cabin, but the
walls went all the way down and it looked as if there were concrete
blocks underneath. She already knew there wasn't a basement, so
maybe there was some kind of crawl space. She grinned with sudden
inspiration. Maybe there were even more cubbyholes. She'd have to
look for them later.
Before going around to the back, she listened
carefully, but there was still no sound of the truck. So she
rounded the corner. Her mother's room took up the entire back side
of the cabin and the window was much larger than hers. It was also
much lower. Starr stood on her toes to see if she could see in. As
she leaned forward slightly, she put her hand on the window sill
and felt the screen move.
Surprised, Starr examined the screen and
realized it wasn't really attached to the window. It looked as if
it was just sitting on a couple of nails. She looked up at the top
and realized that the only thing holding the screen in place was
two more nails which had been pounded in at an angle.
She went back around the corner and looked at
her window to see if it was like that, too. But her screen was
screwed into the window frame. She reached up to see if it moved,
but it didn't. That's odd, she thought as she returned to the other
window. Reaching up, she was able to slide the screen out of the
way. If she wanted to, she could easily climb in.
Starr's eyes lit up. This was very handy. If
she lost her key and got locked out, now she'd be able to get back
in. She carefully pulled the screen back into place and stepped
back. Even though she knew where to look, the nails were so well
placed that she couldn't tell that the screen
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