“So when are we going?” said Ian.
“In a bit.” I said.
We waited to make sure my parents were taking their daily nap and set out. We were angry at our parents for not letting us go over a friend’s house so we our only way out was to sneak, so we did just that.
We set out the back door of my old Woodbury house into the yard. I was always the problem solver, and my brother Ian was always the stronger brother. So I grabbed a stray twig and climbed the large, old white gate, wedging the twig into the lock, lifting it and opening the door. We stepped out onto the sidewalk and took in a deep breathe. Then we went off, starting towards the corner one stop shop for some quick adventure food.
We walked in with some money we had scrounged up from around the house. We always came to this store for some early morning cereal and milk, so the owner knew us pretty well. We walked into the candy isle and grabbed our usual favorite candies, Lemon-heads and a can of Coca-Cola. Then we darted out the door. We headed towards the woods and climbed over some shrubs into what seem to have been a dried up stream, polluted by cans of beer, and empty cartons of cigarettes, a hang-out for scumbag high schoolers.
We climbed across the sewage-filled stream and the scaled piles of rocks declining into the stream. When we reached the top, we saw light. We broke through the shrubs and were within feet of our old school, but we never really knew where it was located because of all the times we had slept on our way to school. We knew our aunt had lived around the corner just in case we had gotten lost also. It started to get dark and we started to head towards the center of the city, near the house of our friend. We sneaked past my aunt gardening and past my playful aunt’s dog who could smell us from a mile away and wouldn’t hesitate to come lick us to death.
We managed to sneak by and finally make it to the center of town. We remembered an alleyway to cut through to get to our friend’s house. We finally found the house and knocked on the door.
“Hey, Ian and Mike, can we play?” we said.
“Sorry, no I’m grounded,” Nathan said.
“Oh, alright bye,” we said. We walked away from the porch and started to cry. Then we heard “Michael!?, Ian!?” We looked to the left and saw my dad running at us with his arms open. He took us home, and then grounded us for life. But we were happy to be home.