"This just in", said Josh wiping his sweaty brow with the sleeve of his shirt. I think I saw him tremble.
"This just in" he repeated struggling to compose himself. "We have breaking news and it saddens me to give you this information", he said looking down
"Last night we had a murder take place in our beautiful town", he continued, tears now running down his face. "Police officials have not yet commented on the ongoing investigation, what this reporter can disclose is that there are no known survivors at this time and if there is anyone with any information as to what happened at number 9 Cherry Road last night, no matter how small you think it may be, please contact Sheriff Haynes".
The number to the phone flashed onscreen in bold red numbers and it lingered there for a few minutes. Mother got up straight away to locate the pen and parchment that she always had stored by the phone. I was in shock, a murder? This was a new concept. The last murder we heard about was more or less forty years ago and we only had to talk about it in history for our town's history project. I heard my father stir behind me, I turned my head and saw him get up from his seat. He walked over to where my mother was still standing, parchment in hand and I hadn't noticed that she had not moved at all. He gently removed the pen and parchment from her hands and walked back to write down the number on the screen. As he was doing so, I looked over at my mother and I saw that she was as white as a sheet. I heard Josh start speaking again, something about firefighters and a cat. I wasn't paying attention. I was focused on my mother and my father getting back up to hold my mother. Who lived at 9 Cherry Road?
My father escorted my mother to their room and I was told over his shoulder to switch everything off and head to bed. Who could sleep? Did they catch the bad guys? How were they killed? Who lived on Cherry Street? These were the questions running around my brain all night. What did you expect of a 16-year-old? I passed out in the early hours of the morning and was rudely awoken by a scream followed shortly by a giggle. The twins were up. No way would they allow me to roll over and continue sleeping. My eyes were heavy and my brain was shrouded in fog, I knew that I hadn't gotten enough sleep but I had to get up before.
"Let!" I hear Ted call. You see, they couldn't say Violet so I received this name from them instead. As if on queue, Rose chimed in "Let, help!" another giggle followed. I knew that there would be no more sleep so I mentally gathered all my strength and patience and headed for their room.
Empty, both of their beds still had rails on them so that they wouldn't fall off the bed while tossing and turning. Most nights they would climb out and share a bed as young twins often do. However, when they got up, they would help each other over the rail and cause havoc around the house.
"Let!" I heard Ted scream even louder this time and I could hear Rose shout something I couldn't make out. I walked toward the kitchen, a little nervous and fearful of what they could have gotten up to. As I peered around the corner I could see both Ted and Rose sitting on the kitchen floor with an open box of cereal between them. Most of the cereal had ended up on the floor. The dogs had gotten in somehow and were competing with the twins for a handful of cereal. We have two dogs, a Jack Russell Terrier and a Labrador. So as the twins would pick up some of the cereal from the ground and bring it to their mouth, these dogs would steal the cereal right from out of their hands and gobble it up. The twins giggled because the dog's tongues tickled their hands, and then they got annoyed when they realized the cereal was gone. I giggled at this, they heard me and both twins looked in my direction, clearly annoyed. "Let help!" They said in unison.