Page 6 - I am Noah

idea for a book. Her last book didn’t go well, so my mom is under
a lot of stress. She tries to hide it, but I know how she feels. Her

voice is tense as she is talking to her editor. She is so anxious and
stressed, she passes a red light swerving the car in all directions.

As soon as her call is over, the vehicle moves slowly but calmly
back to our house. We live in Eastville Community in a small and

old house. Our car rocks up to the garage, and I spot a mouse
quickly scurrying away. I grab my backpack filled with books I
got from the library and trudge up the steps. Inside I can hear

my dad speaking with somebody on the phone in an angry tone.
As soon as he sees me, he quickly cuts the call and says, “ Hey,

buddy, your snack is on the table, and Benjamin is coming over
in an hour. Have fun, ok.” I nod my head and watch as my dad

runs back to his office room and starts taking another call. I sigh,
heaving all my books to the floor of the kitchen. I eat my

lemonade and crackers while reading The Doomstep.