I watched as a white being walked down the hallway, and into the dining room. "CRASH!" I already knew my parents were up. I heard them as they thumped into the dining room.
Just like how they thumped when the discovered the scratches on the floor, or the writing on the window.
Like how they stomped when they found the furniture move, the lamp fall, or even the muddy footprints streaked down the hall.
Almost exactly like when the saw the crack in the table, or food missing from the refrigerator.
Then I heard them as they stomped into my room, like any other time. I listened to their reasons to believe it was me. Almost crying, I listened to my next punishment, and how disappointed they were in me. I broke into complete bawling, and wailed those all-to familiar words.
"I didn't do it!"