“Hey! Where are you?”I clicked on t

“Hey! Where are you?”
I clicked on the ceiling lights. My heart racing, I walked around the kitchen.
No sign of them. No breakfast dishes on the table or on the sink. No coffee cups. No cereal bowls.
“Mom? Dad? Did you leave?” I tried to shout, but my voice came out tiny and weak.
“That’s impossible,” I muttered to myself.
I hurried to the kitchen window and peered out. No car in the driveway.
Did they go to work? Did they just drive off?
They must have left a note, I decided. They always leave me endless notes on the refrigerator. I turned. Bumped my knee on a kitchen stool.
“Ouch!” I hopped across the kitchen on one foot.
No. No note stuck to the fridge.
“Weird.”
Rubbing my throbbing knee, I hurried upstairs to their bedroom. “Hey, are you two still asleep?”
I stepped into the room. Mom’s nightgown lay crumpled on the floor beside their unmade bed. The suitcases from their trip had been emptied and
stood open against the far wall.

結果 (中文) 1:

"嘿!你在哪里?"我点击的天花板灯。我的心跳，我走在厨房里。没有迹象显示他们。没有早餐盘子在桌子上或接收器上。没有咖啡的杯子。没有麦片碗。"妈妈吗?爸爸吗?你离开了?"我试着大声喊叫，但我的声音出来了，小小的、 弱。"这是不可能的"我自言自语道。我急忙赶到厨房的窗户，向外窥看。在车道上没有车。他们去工作吗?他们只是开车走了吗?他们必须留下，我决定。他们总是让我无尽的笔记在冰箱上。我转过头。我的膝盖撞上厨房凳子上。"哎哟!"我一只脚跳跃着穿过厨房。哈哈没有注意粘在冰箱里。"诡异"。我擦我抽搐的膝盖，赶到他们的卧室楼上。"嘿，你们俩还在睡吗?"我走进房间。妈妈的睡衣躺皱巴巴在他们未经修筑的弯弯曲曲的床旁边的地板上。从他们的旅行手提箱已被倒空，站在靠墙的开放。

結果 (中文) 3:

“嘿！你在哪里？“我点击了天花板灯。我的心在赛跑，我在厨房里走来走去。没有早餐的盘子上或水槽上。没有咖啡杯。没有麦片碗。爸爸？你走了吗？“我想喊，但我的声音又小又弱。
”那是不可能的，”我喃喃自语。
我赶紧到厨房的窗户往外看。没有车在车道上。他们去上班了吗？他们只是被赶走了吗？他们一定是留了一张纸条，我决定。他们总是给我无尽的音符在冰箱里。我转过身。我的膝盖撞在厨房的凳子上。
“哎哟！“我跳到厨房的一只脚上。
不注意贴在冰箱上。
“怪异”。
摩擦我的膝盖的悸动，我急忙上楼去自己的卧室。“嘿，你们俩还在睡觉吗？“我走进了房间。妈妈的睡衣散落旁边的地板上他们凌乱的床上。他们旅行的旅行箱里的行李已经被掏空了，并且站在远的墙上。