My mom works out of town, so when I get home from school, I'm alone for a few hours. One afternoon, I threw my backpack in my room and got something to eat. I took the snack upstairs and started homework. Suddenly, I heard music blasting from the kitchen. I ran downstairs and saw that my CD player was on. Thinking that maybe the cat did something, I switched it off and headed back upstairs. Guess what-- it happened again! This time, when I got to the kitchen, CD's were scattered all over the counter. It was as if something wanted to be sure that I knew it was in there with me.

Nellie, VT