by Ella Ivey

Created on: August 28, 2010   Last Updated: August 29, 2010

"How sure are you this is her house?" Mikey whispers in my ear as the two of us are crawling along the front garden.

    "Absolutely certain, now be quiet," I tell him and edge forward a little.  To be honest with you, I'm not too sure what I'm supposed to be doing.  All I know is that last week one of my best friends had to get a pixie crop which really doesn't suit her because a certain someone decided to throw (a badly-aimed) bowl of hair removal cream.  And now I'm finding myself face down in her front garden, avoiding the flower beds so that I can get back at her.  The problem is that I'm not exactly sure how to do that.  It was a spur of the moment really.  Mikey reminded me of the incident and suddenly I flipped.  Next thing I know we're both here.  In broad daylight.  Not the best time to be sneaking about. 

    "We should really go," Mikey announces and tries to crawl the other way, but I grab his arm and stop him. 

    "No!  We're here now.  We might as well get on with it,"

    "Get on with what exactly?" he reminds me, but I ignore him.  I'm far too angry at the moment to think rationally.  I hear him mumbling something under his breath before he shuffles towards me.

    "You're insane," he hisses. 

    "Did you have to come with me?  No.  So shut it," I hiss back.  We both remain silent for a moment as I think of the next strategy.  But my brain fails me.  So we just lie there, on the damp grass like hungry snakes waiting for prey.

But it's not long until the cheerful chirping of the birds is drowned out by people talking.  Mikey and I exchange panicked glances.

    "Oh my gosh, they're coming out!" he whispers a shout.  "What the hell are we going to do?"

    "I don't know," I tell him.  "I knew this was a bad idea," but Mikey just looks at me annoyed.  We both scramble to our feet and do a little 'panic' dance as we decide which way to go.

    "Through the back garden," Mikey pulls me, but I don't let him.

    "No, they'll see us there.  Let's just leave," and I drag him my way.  But it's too late.  We both hear the door creek open.

Please don't let it be the mother.  Please don't let it be the mother.

On the other side of it is a face I do not recognise.

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