I'm making up this story as I go along, hope you like it!
BANG! The door was abruptly slammed in my face and I was left standing on the door step, hoping my eardrums were still intact. I stood there for a moment, a bit dazed, until I saw a figure move past the kitchen window. "Are you sure you wouldn't like to invest in a pair of Rocket Runners?" I called out.
"Hey!" someone yelled behind me. I spun around; it was a cop. "Get outta here!" he continued yelling until I had run halfway home.
My name's Tillie and I'm 11 and a half years old. I've just started my brand new business selling my brand new invention, Rocket Runners. As you can see, it hasn't been so successful as yet, but soon they'll be famous and I'll be rich!
"Where have you been?" My mother immediately says as I step inside our house, breathless and red-faced.
"Outside..." I reply, heading for the cookie jar.
"I hope you weren't knocking on doors and annoying people again, Tillie." She sighs. "It's okay you 'inventing' things, but... going to people's doors and trying to sell them, it's just going to far."
"I'm not trying to sell them Mum!" I said as I hopped up on the kitchen stool. "I'm getting investments." The look on my mother's face was unreadable.
"I'll give you ten dollars."
"Mum! I don't want ten bucks! I need much more for the developement and production of my inventions..."
"Whatever, Tillie. You're not leaving the house tomorrow."
So this how I ended up sitting by the window watching the world go by on a beautiful sunny Saturday. I watched pitifully as cyclists, rollerskaters and even a kid on a moonhopper passed our house. I sighed."Tillie!" Mum's voice called down the hall. "I'm just going out to the supermarket." She popped her head around my door. "And don't go anywhere."