Monster

Little Frank was just a little monster in training. He had to learn to scare people, to be an actual monster. One day he got loose from his dad and ran into the open world alone. Little Frank ran into someones open back door, up the stairs and under someones bed. He was laying there for almost three hours now so he crawled out and began playing with some toys. About ten minutes later someone came running into the room with a broom and before they could do anything, they screamed and dropped the broom and ran downstairs. Frank now had a confused look on his face, he didn't know what he did wrong. Frank was playing with a toy firetruck, barbie doll, and a toy car. “Vroom Vroom.” Said frank. A tall guy with short black hair ran in and started hitting frank with the broom. Frank was now crying. He stood up, put all the toys away that he pulled out and sat in the corner and started crying more. The lady who came in first, came back into the room and saw Frank crying and in the corner. She put her hands over her mouth and walked over to frank, “Awe, please don't cry.” He stood up and walked to a corner under the bed. The lady walked over to the bed, “I’m sorry please come out. I’ll bring you a nice slice of pizza.” Frank peaked under the bed, “Pizza?” he asked. “Yep. A hot, fresh slice of cheese pizza.” Frank scurried from under the bed and sat on the ladies lap and hid his face. She picked him up, “Do you forgive me?” He looked up, “Pizza.” She smiled, put him on the bed and walked out of the room. She walked in four minutes later with two slices of pizza, a cup of water and a bowl of macaroni. He zipped through the pizza with his almost sharp teeth and barely chewed the macaroni. “Wow, must have been good.” She laughed and took the dishes back to the kitchen. The man walked up to her, “Lucy what are you going to do with that monster, beast thing?” She rolled her eyes, “He’s not a beast.” Then before she could finish, Frank came running down the stairs with a smile on his face then he ran out of the door and back to his home.

“Frank, where have you been?!” His father, Franklin, worriedly asked. Frank smiled, looked at him and said, “Pizza yum.” Then he ran to his room and went to sleep.