The Great Sneak Out Escape

So when I was 16, I thought I was basically a secret agent. My parents went

to sleep early, so I figured it was the perfect night to sneak out and meet my friends.

I did the whole dramatic movie routine—slowly opening my window, sliding out like I was escaping a

prison, almost falling into a bush but pretending it was intentional. Everything went

fine… until I came back. I climb back through my window, super proud of myself,

and as soon as my feet hit the floor, I hear footsteps. Not mine. My mom’s.

I swear my soul LEFT my body. I froze like I was buffering. Then—she jiggles

my door handle. It was LOCKED. I dove into bed so fast I dislocated time.