Monsters Under My Bed

“Check if there’s monsters under my bed daddy!” I’d ask when I was little.

I don’t know why, but I still do. When I was four, it was reasonable. But now I’m twelve. It’s not because I’m scared or anything (That would be dorky), it’s just, necessary, I guess. Some wire inside my brain urges me to check. And ever since I was four, I wanted it to stop. I wanted to sleep peacefully. I can’t have sleepovers, for then my friends would think I’m weird. Which I am, but I don’t want to show it. By the way, my name is Lillian Clay.

“Sweetie, this is getting unnecessary. There are no ‘monsters’ below your bed. Now sleep, you have school tomorrow.” My dad said. Once he left, I quickly looked under. Only toys, and my little sister’s hair (she like to cut her own hair down there). As I looked, I heard rumbling. The monster! No, what was I thinking?! Must be my stomach, I only had a piece of bread for dinner. So, I flung my body on the bed, and threw the covers on.

At breakfast, my mom told me I was screaming again in the night. “What was it, monsters?” My mom, Cathy, mocked. My mom was not the nicest. She was like an older sister who makes fun of you all the time.

I really wanted to say yes, but she wouldn’t believe me. “No. I just… Had a bad dream” I answered. “Like last night, and the night before that. You are some child. Not in a good way though.” My mom said. I tried to throw my cereal in her face, but my dad gave me, “the look.” My mom giggled like a fiffteen year old girl talking about boys. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Well, looks like the bus is here. So sad, wish I could be with you. BYE!” I said hurriedly and grabbed my bag.

The bus was filled with people, like normal. And my friend Melissa, saved my seat, like normal. Melissa has long brown hair that glimmers in the sunlight. She is the coolest girl in sixth grade. I’m lucky to be her friend. My other friend Cacy, has her mom drive her everyday. “‘Sup.” Melissa said. I sat down. “Hey.” I answered, glum. “Sassy mom again?” I nodded. “Well, I mean, you could make the best out of it. At least you have the whole day without her!” “I guess.” Melissa smiled and handed me a snickers. I looked at her in awe. It was a mega. “Oh my gosh! You didn’t!” I said. “I did” Melissa replied. It was my turn to smile. “Sooo… Did you scream again about the.. Ya know, monsters?” Another thing, is Melissa knows about the monsters. One my mom forced me to have Melissa come over, and Melissa heard me screaming in the middle of the night. That made me tell her everything. And, Cacy some how found out too.

“Yup” I said, trying to break into a smile. “Lillian! This has to stop! Monsters are not real!” “Melissa, you know that I can’t stop,” She rolled her eyes. Finally, we were at school. Melissa and I got out of the buss and ran to math class. I greeted Cacy. Cacy wiggled her body and did jazz hands. I’m not sure why, but Cacy is always doing something weird with her body. “Ok, welcome to class! Pop Quiz! Ha! Bet you didn’t see that coming.” The teacher did jazz hands herself. Everybody groaned, except me. I was the best at math. It was just easy for me, for some reason. “The timer starts… Now!” I quickly answered all the questions and checked them, with five minutes left. Cacy was on her last question, and Melissa was copying down all my answers. “Beep!” I heard the timer. Cacy was finished, but Melissa was having a hard time. She has contacts, but I think she forgot them.

When we got out of class, I scolded Melissa. “I bet you would have been faster if you didn’t copy my answers!” I knew she was probably not listening, but it was worth a try. I really don’t know why so many people think math is hard. At the end of the day, I walked home with Cacy. Melissa had detention, like normal. As you can see, Melissa isn’t a very good kid. “Melissa told me you couldn’t sleep. I still think you should visit a doctor.” Cacy said. “Cacy, the doctors will think I’m psycho! Plus, this isn’t a problem they can fix. Just mind your own business!” Cacy apologized. As we reached my house, my mom was fortunately, not home. “Hey dad! Can Cacy stay for.. About an hour?” “Sure, anytime!” My dad answered. “You would not say that to Melissa.” I said. My dad did his old grandpa chuckle.

“What do you want to do?” I asked. Cacy reminded me about homework, which took us thirty minutes. “OK, now we’re finished -” The doorbell rung. I was about to open the door, but whoever, was already stomping into my room. It was Melissa. “What the heck?! You can’t just storm into my house without knocking!” I yelled at her. “Yeah, whatever” Melissa said, as she turned on the TV without asking, again. She was hopeless.

At night, my dad sat on my bed. “Ok, this is the last time I am checking under your bed. Please know this is for your best, because I love you.” I smiled, and my dad checked under the bed. I heard a scream, then I groan, then a slither. What was going on in there? I looked under. My dad wasn’t there. I only saw toys lying. “Dad?” I asked.