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Sleepover Runaways

By Alyssa Maier

====**__I was at my friends house one night, and suddenly, I thought of how much I had missed my mom, even though she was less than a block away, and finnaly worked up the courage to say so. “Wanna go back to my house?” I asked My friends Dillon and Julian, we were upstairs in the loft, taking turns on their play station. They replied in unison “sure.”__** ==== We packed up our sleeping bags and other bags, then raced down the wooden stairs, and through the tiled kitchen, we told their parents we were going back to my house, grabbed some Capri-sun's and finnaly, ran out the door giggling. I felt the cool night air in my face, as we raced to my house. The wind reminded me of the time that my dad had tried to teach me how to ride my bike, and the time when my brother married the asphalt, not literally he had just fallen off his bike, and happened to land with his mouth on the pavement, and has had yellow and blackish front teeth, until he lost his front teeth! It was dark outside with the streetlights glowing all around us. We ran past the neighbors houses, past the old willow tree, And finnaly we raced up my drive way and up the porch steps, I stoppped to pet my dog, Darcy, and looked around the house for mysterious noctournal animals. We raced through my front door! My mom was surprised that we had come back to our house, and I explained what had happened, then I said goodnight, and we were off! We stopped in the kitchen for a drink and something to eat. Then, we sprinted down the hallway to the guest bedroom and set up our beds. We told my mom we would TRY to go to go to sleep. I checked my watch, oops, It's 11:30. It was really late for me, because, I was only three. We tried to go to sleep, but we just couldn't, so we talked eachother to sleep, as in, secret, top classified talk, about our plans for the following day. The next day we got dressed and brushed our teeth then went to play outside in my one acre yard. We picked blackberries, and raspberries, then we got grapes off the grape vine, had a nice morning snack and continued our day like any other. I was thinking while we were picking blackberries by the pool deck of the time when I had falllen into our four foot deep pool at the highth of three and a half feet. I had struggled to stay up above water, and uncecesibly bobbed below the surface, screaming my head off until my mom, unarmed dove into the pool to rescue me. I thougt that moment would be the last of me, witnessed by my two best friends. From then on, whenever I ate blackberries That moment raced to my head, only to make me more afraid of water. I decided to never get up on the pool deck without an adult!!! The pool deck was six or so feet tall, with an area the size of the pool itself! On the back side of the pool were raspberries, roses, and other flowering plants. Behind that was our tangle of a garden, our shed, and one of our three fire pits. In the fire pit, we burned our christmas trees, our old doors, and any other leftover wood, big or small!!! Later that day, we were swinging on one of our willow trees vines, when I remembered the time one of our willow trees collapsed, with the tip of the tree in the neibors yard, laying in a giant barcade across the street, witch had caused a mini fire on their telophone pole, the Comcast people had to come and put out the fire, the firemen couldn't!!! A Hornet suddenly buzzed by, one from the giant nest under the rim of the pool, and I went to tell my dad he had to spray the nest or els my fingers would fall off from wasp stings, because of all the times I had gotten stung before!! I closed my eyes, and swung back and forth on the beautifull, but strong limbs, it felt like I was on spagetti vines, with baisil cooked into it!!! I remembered the previous night and said to myself, that I would never forget that moment! Dillon was yelling at me, asking me if I wanted A snack, ofcourse I said yes, I was never too buisy for a little snack, NEVER!!! We ate our snack, and then took a little bike ride down to the pond aross the street with my puppy-like dog, a golden retriver husky, her gold coat flying in the wind like a glamour dog. She took a quick swim, a drink, and a shake, then flopped down on her belly right next to us, her hot breath creating a blanket of heat over our already hot bodies, as we all drifted off to sleep, dreaming about all good things, that is, until my brother came and woke us up with the loud drag of his training wheels,”uh oh “ we said, because we knew that our precious time of summer, was going to be eaten away like an acid spill, by, ofcourse, my brother, Noah! We all had to go down to the pond with him, to make sure he didn't fall in the pond, but no, we were too late. He plunged right into the murky water, submerging his head, until we finally were able to pull him out of the water and dry him off with our jackets, only to make us cold, we were surely a sight to see, a drippig wet dog, no shoes, no jakets, a half naked boy, and best of all, a memory. I was too buisy that night to remember jogging down the street in the middle of the night, but the next day I would remember everything, wet boy and all, while I played with my friends!!!