[ WP ] In the future , gun control has been initiated in the U.S. and the streets have not seen firearms for 30 years . Until one day you find a gun in your closet .

Streaks of light enter through the window. It is Saturday, no school. I throw off the heavy blanket that protect me from the cold of the world and with bare feet, broke the barrier of warmth and comfort. My feet hit the cold hardwood floor. I immediately exist my room and run down that hall. I head for the kitchen. Walking through the doorway, I immediately hit by the aroma of bacon and eggs. I sit at the table. 
 `` Good morning Dad!'' I said. 
 My dad stretched out his hairy muscular arm, put his arm on my head. 
 `` Morning bud'' Turning to my mother he said `` They have n't arrested anyone else this month.'' 
 `` Must be the end.'' mother said half paying attention. 
 `` Daddy! Daddy!'' I yell poking at his arms. `` What is arrested?'' I ask innocently. 
 `` They got in trouble and now they go away'' He said quietly and calmly. 
 `` In trouble?'' I asked. `` What did they do?'' 
 `` They got caught for having something they should n't have.'' He said in disappointment. 
 `` What did they hav.....'' cutting me off he said, 
 `` Stop asking questions, enjoy your breakfast'' 
 Whatever, I thought. Obviously he does not want to discuss it and it does n't really matter that much. Dad chugged the rest of his coffee, and scarfed up his eggs. He quickly and calmly gathered up his dishes and put them in the sink. He than left the kitchen and headed down the hall. I knew where he was going. He has a little room that he calls `` The Adult Room''. It is always locked. I am never allowed in it. But every time he goes towards the door I follow him and ask the same question. 
 `` Am I old enough now daddy?'' 
 And `` Not today'' is always his reply. 
 He entered the room and almost on que you can hear the lock click into place. 
 I left for the living room across the hall. I had some action figures I got from my seventh birthday party. I believe Billy, the kid across the street had given it to me. Billy's mom would drop him off all the time to play with me, but not today. Apparently Billy's dad does n't live with him anymore and he and his mom had to drive far away to see him. I've never seen his dad. 
 About an hour in I had gotten bored of the action figures and decided to watch television. I turned it on and heard, 
 `` Police are on their way to...'' I changed the channel. 
 Then I hear my dad, he grabs my mother and they run upstairs to their room. I hear lots of rustling but I do n't think much of it. I have seen my parents play in their room before. I turn off the T.V. I'm feeling a bit hungry and go toward the kitchen. On the way there I pass `` The Adult Room,'' but it looks different from before. 
 `` Could it be'' I thought to myself. `` The door is open!'' I though gleefully, trying to not burst from excitement. I peaked in the little slit between the wall and the door. I did not really see anything but stairs that lead down. I looked behind my shoulder to make sure no one is watching me. I slowly open the door. It lets out a slow creak. 
 `` shhhhh!'' I say with my finger over my mouth. I slip ever so skillfully through the entrance way. Finding my self at the top of the stairs. One foot after another, I run down them. Only to land on cold concrete floor. The room had a musky smell and was barely lit, but just enough you can see what was on the walls. I moved to the my left and landed next to a table with a item I have never seen before. It kind of looked like a metal `` L''. I picked it up, it was heavier than it looked. It had lots of little switches, and a little tail that flicked out. `` I probably should n't touch this'' I thought to myself. I look at the cold object. It had a hole in at the end of the long part of the the `` L'', looking down it I saw nothing but darkness. By now the cold metal had warmed up in my hand. I hear the basement door rip open, followed by the stomping of a man down the stairs. 
 It's dad. 
 `` Come on son!'' He sounded out of breath and was speaking quickly. `` What do you have there!'' he exclaims pulling the thing out of my hand. 
 He puts it in his pants around the backside, covers his shirt with it and than picks me up and runs up the stairs. My mom is waiting by the door. `` Get in the car!'' my dad yells. He opens up the back door of our sedan. He throws me in the back seat and helps me put on my seat belt. Mom is already in the passenger seat. Dad runs around the front of the car and gets in the driver seat. He turns on the car and quick as whip puts it into reverse and floors it out the drive way. As we are exiting the neighborhood, mom looks at me, then to my dad. 
 `` I do n't want him to grow up like Billy.'' 
 We exit the neighborhood. Dad turns on the radio. `` Police have just arrived at the house, seems like the criminals escaped with the stash of guns.'' 
 
 

