Shot at Night

We had to write a short story for the subject language through literature writing, in the second year of secondary, at newlands school. It had to be about a conflict between a mother and a son, this theme based on the story ''The son's veto''.
It was a beautiful summer midday. The sun was shining in north California, more precisely in my Granddad’s house. They were all enjoying the barbecue except for me and my mother, Veronica. We were bad tempered and couldn't even look at each other. The night before, we had had a little quarrel, nothing really important. We had argued because my fearful and narrow-minded mother didn't allow me to go to my best friend's house. She said she doesn't trust me because I am ''rebel''. I, after the argument, went to bed and while I was trying to sleep (half an hour after the quarrel) heard a very loud and strong sound; A shot.

  I opened the closet quickly and dressed up with the first piece of cloth that I found. The thing that worried me the most, was that when I recall the ‘’shot sound’’ in my head, I realised that it came from my friend’s house. So I immediately went running to that place.

  When I finally arrived at Ally’s house, I started knocking on the door desperately, so hard up to the point that my knuckles started bleeding. Nobody answered, so I suddenly remembered that Ally’s mom used to keep the keys under the entrance’s carpet. I found the keys and opened the door.

  That was the most terrifying scene I have ever witnessed; my best friend was lying on the floor, crying, with her hands tied and her mouth shut by a scotch tape. My reaction was to remove the piece of scotch tape from her mouth and untying the rope that was in her hands. As soon as she could speak, and I saw her little puppy covered by blood, I asked;

-‘’Ally, what happened here!?’’

-‘’Thieves Jane, lots of them, robbers, men in black, they shot at Sammy’s belly because she barked!’’ She screamed, bursting into tears, and trying to stand up. I tried not to cry, as not to cry, as not to worry Ally.

-‘’Well, quickly, stand up, we will take Sammy to the vet’’ I replied.

-‘’Vet? What are you talking about?! - She yelled – It’s one in the morning! ’’

-‘’The one next block is open all day long! Quickly, we don’t want to lose time’’ I told her

  We went to the vet and the professional told us that the dog would probably get better in a few days. Later, I accompanied my friend to her home. I tried to tell her to keep calm and helped her cleaning the house. I went home, and as soon as I met my mother, I saw her crying in the sofa, disconsolately. She turned to look at me and started shouting at me, punishing me because ‘’it was six in the morning and I was partying god knows where’’. I tried to explain the whole situation, but she didn’t want to believe me. We argued harshly without listening to each other, for about one hour and a half.

  Anyway, after today’s barbecue, she talked with Allison’s mom. She told Veronica what had happened that night. She asked me for forgiveness and now we are no longer angry at each other.

So, was the quarrel worthy?