Originally written by Sarah.
I was happily writing in my journal, expressing my thoughts on paper, and I had my music almost as loud as it could go. I'm jammin' and writing and my mom was taking a shower and my father was working on the car out back in the driveway. I have a glass see-through whale thingy that keeps papers down and it went flying across the room.
It was on my entertainment stand and it flew right past my head and hit the squeaker of my radio and that squeaker won't work anymore so I got a new radio for Christmas. Also, when it hit my radio squeaker, I looked around and no one was there. I looked out my window. My father just got back from a test drive.