Frozen in Time
Teresa, Age 14, Sacramento, CA

Sara was sitting on her bed with books spread around her. “1918, Armistice; 1919, Treaty of Versailles.” She continued to mutter to herself until a small black figure jumped up and sat right on top of the book she was using. She looked into a pair of piercing green eyes. “Really,” she said as she picked up the black cat. “You just don’t like the fact that I haven’t had time to spend with you. Am I right?”

The cat rubbed his head against Sara’s chin as he purred loudly. “I know,” Sara said as she petted her cat. “Go on boy,” she said as she put him down outside the ring of books that surrounded her. Sara went back to her homework only to look up when a bolt of lightning struck outside her window. Sara shook her head as she looked around her room. Never before had storms bothered her, but this one felt different. She couldn’t explain it, but she had the strangest feeling that something was going to happen.

As she looked around she noticed that the lighting seemed to have changed. This puzzled her--if the lights had been affected by the storm, she was sure that they would have gone out completely. She then noticed that her cat, Midnight, had vanished. “Probably scared by the lighting,” she told herself. She carefully pulled herself off her bed without disturbing any of her books. She walked down the stairs to the main level of the house. When she walked into the living room, she saw her parents sitting watching the TV. When Sara looked at the TV though, she saw that it was frozen on one picture. She walked over to stand next to her mom who was sitting on the coach with her knitting in her lap.

“What’s up with the TV,” Sara asked her mom. When no response came from her mother, she looked over to see her mother frozen just like the TV was. Looking over at her dad confirmed that it was not just the TV and her mom, but also her dad.

Sara ran to the window and looked out. The rain was frozen in the sky; one drop was even half parted as if it had just hit the wood of the family's porch. Next Sara ran to check the large grandfather clock that sat in the living room. It too was frozen half way through a tick.

“Time’s is frozen,” Sara realized. “But why?” She couldn’t think of anything strange that had happened except for the bolt of lightning that had hit right before time froze. Sara didn’t think that had anything to do with it. “I have gone crazy,” she told herself.

Suddenly a streak of black ran across the room and back up the stairs. “But Midnight should be frozen, shouldn’t he?” Sara quickly followed the cat upstairs. She tripped on one of the steps on her way up. She started to fall backwards. Sara tried to find something to grab onto, but there was nothing nearby. She fell down the stairs, preparing herself for the pain that was about to run through her body as she hit the ground....

Sara sat up with a piece of paper stuck to her face. Midnight was pawing her arm with a worried meow. Sara looked around to see that she was back in her room, books still all around her. She saw her parents standing next to her with worried expressions on their faces.

“What happened?” Sara asked. She expected them to say that she had fallen down the stairs, but what they said next surprised her.

“We were downstairs watching TV,” her mom started, “when we heard you scream. We ran up her just in time to see you wake up.”

Sara looked around her room again. Outside the sun shone. There were no signs of a thunderstorm as far as she could tell.

“I think you should get some sleep,” Sara’s dad said. “You look half dead.” Sara nodded as her dad started to pick up the piles of books and move them to her desk. “We’ll see you in the morning,” he said.

Sara could only nod; it had only been a dream. It had seemed so real though. Before going to get changed Sara walked to her window. On the screen, there was a single drop of water.

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