It’s a good thing I know not to panic. I stand frozen before the two men who seem to be mortified. Without thinking I turns around and quickly dash up the stairs. I don’t look back, but I can hear on of the men say, “get her.” When I reach my room I swiftly lock the door. I can hear a pair of heavy footsteps making their way upstairs. I grab my phone and climb into my closet. This way I have a few minutes to inform someone about the robbery.
I unlock my phone with shaking fingers. I don’t know if the men were armed or not, but I’m not willing to risk it. I dial the emergency number and after 2 rings a woman’s voice answers. “Hello, 911, what’s your emergency?” she answers. I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. “I’m home alone and there are two men robbing my house. They saw me and now
