The Broken Window: A Short Story: The Broken Window

The Broken Window
Uh-oh I have officially done it now. I have broken the house window… again. My mom said “if you do something else destructive, your going to have to go and live with the meanest giant ogres!” Which by the way is my worst fear. I have been told about these ogres all my life and it has been nothing but terrible and terrifying things. But I’ve done it now, and I’m about to tell you what happened.I was outside while my mom was at work and I was bored just tossing rocks in the air. My dog biscuit was in the backyard and I wanted to play with her so I let her out the fenced in backyard she was in. She ran out and instantly started jumping on me and licking me trying to play, so we started playing. We were playing with her tennis ball, we were playing fetch. You know I throw it and she goes to get it. So we were playing that and I would throw the ball harder to it would go further and I did that and I threw it a little too hard and it went right through the window of our house. I instantly started to get scared because I knew my mom was going to be home soon from work and she was going to notice it. The tennis ball cracked the window, the ball went through the window. It was now on the living room floor. “what do I do?” “what do I do?”, I kept repeating as if the answer was going to come out of thin air. I put Biscuit back in the backyard, and started to clean the glass up off the floor in the house and off the sidewalk outside. As I’m cleaning up outside I hear