Room 132

“Do you wants to go shopping?” my mom said loudly across the room. It was one of the fall days in Japan. It was one of those days where it doesn’t get dark early in the day. I was in the 3rd Grade in Japan. My mom and I just had an argument, which my mom won, but I was still mad. My mom asked me again, “this is last time I’m asking you. Do you want to go shopping or not?” I gave her no answer. Then a minute later, I heard the door shut. I looked up. My mom, brother and sister were gone off to the shopping. I looked at the clock. It was 4 o’clock. Now that I’m in 8th and I think back, I wish I gone with her. Then this would have never happened.

Few hours passed. I looked at the clock again. It was 6:30. I started to get worried. “Why isn’t my mom home yet?” Then question after question starts coming to my head. At that time, mom didn’t have the driver’s license yet. I knew where she went to shop. I also knew that she went with the bicycle. And I knew how to get there. I decided that I go to the store and look for her.

I took the house key. Our apartment had three keys. Each parent had one key each. Another one which I took was all ways the key that no one used. I went out side and lock the door, and put the key in my pocket. I wish I didn’t put the key in my pocket. It was dumb choice. Then I took out my bicycle. The sky was turning red. I knew I had to hurry. I jumped one to my bicycle. It was rusted from the rain and my poor ability to take care of it. I start to go faster and faster every second. I knew I could catch on to my mom. My heart was racing. My mind was also racing faster than I was moving.

Once I got to the store I looked for her in every level. But there was no trace of her in the store. I even looked in few different stores that were near the store my mom usually went to. I had no luck. I even tried the bigger store that my mom doesn’t usually go to because it expensive. However, my luck was dying. I then come up with the idea that my mom might already be coming home. I knew I had to be right.

I rode on the bicycle again, but this time more cheerfully. I knew I could catch up with mom. When it was about half way to the home, I found her. She was surprised. “How did you get here? How did you lock the door at the house?” That was the first thing she said to me. I told her quick version of what I did. She understood me. We went to home together.

When we got home, mom told me to open the house door for her so she could bring the item she shopped quicker. So I took my brother and sister and stepped in front of the house. I put my hand on the pocket expecting that I will feel the cold metal. My hand did not touch the metal. My key was not there. I put my hand in every single pocket I had. It was just not there any more. My heart felt like it just turned into ice. My brother asked me, “What are you doing?” I said nothing. I just turned away from him. In my heart, I knew I couldn’t keep it secret for long time. Especially when I sucked at keeping any secret. But I knew if my mom found out, she going to blow another volcano. I didn’t want to start another fight. When my mom come up to my room, she asked why I’m standing out side the door, but I just pretended and said that I was waiting until she got there. How ever when we entered the house, Mom asked me for the key. So I couldn’t hide it any more and I told her that I lost the key. Instead of getting mad, my mom just called the every store I went to ask if they found the key. We didn’t have any luck.

One week finally passed after I lost my house’s house key. To me it felt like it was million years. On one clear morning, I was going to go play with my bicycle; I saw a metal under my bicycle. I picked it up and scraped off the dirt. My heart was pumping so fast that I didn’t know if I was alive. I could never forget the feeling I had when I found it. It feels like you get the greatest gift in the world at the world below you. It was dirty but I knew what it was. It was my house’s key that I had lost one week ago.

Even thought I’m in 8th grade right now, I could remember the feeling when I put my hand in to the pocket and found the house key missing. First I thought of making a memoir just beginning at the part where I lost the key but I decided to put what happened before on my memoir. Now that I’m smarter, I think that I found the key under the bicycle because when I rode on the bicycle key could have slid off.