Finding Nemo (short story for school Please read)

Finding Nemo

            I was enjoying my ice cream in the kitchen when I heard the sound of a crash come from the basement. Being the curious person that I was, I knew I had to check it out. I quickly gobbled up my ice cream and ran down the steps. I gasped when I saw the site before me. The cookies I made this morning were gone! Instead, there laid a broken plate on the ground. Before I could do anything else, the phone rang. My blue- green eyes darted to the phone. I hesitated before answering it. It was my neighbor, Mrs. Johnson.

“Have you seen Nemo?” she asked. Nemo was her small, adorable golden retriever.

“No, but is he okay?” I asked.

“I don’t know, he has gone missing this morning. I let him off his leach today and he ran off in the direction off your house, but he never came back!” she panicked. I could tell she was really worried.

“I’ll help you find him.” I promised and hung up the phone. At least this would take my mind off the munchy, delicious, sugary cookies that could have been in my mouth right now.

I decided to go on the porch and think of places where Nemo would have run off too. He couldn’t off gone far, he was scared of cars and our neighborhood is surrounded by major roads.

My thoughts were interrupted by a roaring noise. It was Mr. Brown, my neighbor, mowing his lawn. Mr. Brown never liked Nemo. He always complained about Nemo leaving his business on his lawn. He even once threatened that next time he’ll see Nemo on his lawn, he’ll send him to Norway. Mr. Brown wasn’t a pleasant man; he kind of scares me. Maybe he took Nemo.

“Mr. Brown,” I said as I walked into his lawn.

“Get off my lawn!” he snapped without even looking at me. Obeying him I took a few steps towards the cracked sidewalk. After what seemed like 5 long minutes, he turned off the lawn mower. “What do you want?”

“Have you seen Nemo?” I asked.

“Who’s Nemo?”

“Mrs. Johnson’s cute golden retriever.” I explained.

“You mean that annoying mutt?” he snapped. I ran my finger through my unbrushed, sandy hair. This may be harder than I thought.

“Yes,” I nodded. “He has gone missing this morning. Have you seen him?”

“No, I haven’t seen that smelly hairball since last week. You were there; I threatened to send him to Norway. Which, I will do if I find him on my lawn again!” he answered. I could tell he wasn’t in a good mood; he never was! I decided to leave him alone and go back home.

I was about to go back home through the basement door when I noticed there was something different about the door, but I couldn’t figure out what it was. After I examined the door, I realized what was different. The hole!

The hole was been there since this summer. I was playing baseball with my brother. I pitched the ball and he missed it. It ended up hitting the door. My brother got a strike, I got grounded.

But today, the hole had small golden hair in it. Just like Nemo’s. Was Nemo inside my house? I quickly threw the door and ran to the broken plate. It too, had Nemo’s hair on it. I looked around and found him sound asleep under the wooden table that my cookies used to be on. I smiled and petted him. I think I’ll call Mrs. Johnson when he wakes up.

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