The noise outside forced me to get up from the bed. With a pile of blankets still wraping, I set foot towards the place where the commotion occurred.
What I saw there was annoyed me. What's Blake doing here? I didn't immediately make a sound to rebuke him, I just noticed from a distance what he and my parents were doing. They were in the backyard, preparing for a big party, chatting, throwing jokes at each other and laughing loosely.
Wait! Since when did my father get along with Blake, the man he used to hate so much?
They were aware of my presence, which meant it was time to leave. I turned around and quickly left them. When I was about to walk into the room and close the door, there was Blake's scream not far from me.
It turned out that he was in the pretentious style of a whiz, blocking the door from closing, holding back with his hands, take note of it!
"ARRGH!!!" cried Blake, restrained, then clasped his injured hand.
