• The bird, the bird sitting on my window sill spreading its wings, but not flying. I knew that there was something special with this bird, but what? The bird was a male yellow green finch with brown tail feathers here and there. What could be so special about it?
    I looked at my clock and saw 6:37am. I had to hurry! I put my clothes on, got my backpack, rushed down stairs, and started to make my breakfast. I got cereal, milk and toast. Yum! On the couch, I saw my mom sleeping with a bottle of wine it her hand. Was she sleeping?
    “Charley, time to go to school,” I heard my sister say. I rushed outside to the car and got in the passenger’s seat. Following my was Kelly, my big sister. She was 17 and went to a community college, so in the mornings, she could take me to school.
    As we drove out of the driveway, I saw the bird still sitting on my window, trying to fly. Where did it come from? How did it get there? I kept thinking these questions in my head over and over again. Where did it come from? Well, it’s a bird, so it probably came from nature, or something, but what about how did it get there? It couldn’t fly, and it was full grown, so it wasn’t born there or it couldn’t fly up there.
    When my sister dropped me off, I kept thinking those questions. How did it get there? My friend approached me and started talking, but I couldn’t understand her, I was too caught up in my question. How did it get there? How did it get there? I interrupted her in the middle of what she was saying, “Dakota?” I asked. I knew I just made a HUGE mistake.
    “What!” She screamed at me.
    “Have you seen a bird on my window lately?”
    “No, now let me finish!”
    Waste of time, a big waste of time. How did it get there? I just stood there and stared at the ground as Dakota went by. I think she might have noticed that I wasn’t there because next thing you know, she was yelling at me.
    “What are you doing?” she yelled.
    “I am thinking-“
    “About what?”
    “The bird! I am thinking about the bird!” I screamed. Then I stomped away. How did it get there? I heard the bell ring and rushed to my homeroom. How did it get there? I sat down and started thinking again. How did it get there? One of my friends sat next to me. I wrote her a note saying:
    Casey-
    I found a bird on my window that can’t fly. Know anything about it?
    On the very bottom I wrote:
    -Charley.
    I passed it to her and she read it. She wrote on the back, and handed it back to me:
    Charley-
    I saw some people on a ladder by your window. This may have something to do with the bird. Hope this helps,
    -Casey
    Someone was by my window. Now a new question rolled through my brain. Who was it? I heard the bell ring. The whole class got up and rushed to their locker. I went to the second floor where my locker is. All of the sudden, my phone rang. I answered, but all I heard, was breathing, deep breathing.