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Chapter 3.
I had been watching my own house like a spy for the last two hours waiting for the perfect opportunity. I wish they would hurry up and leave already! It had started to rain, pretty hard too and I had no shelter over my head. Sure there were plenty of places I could go and cover myself, but the risk of being seen was too high to risk. My house, or should I say my families house could really use a new paint job. That new bright shiny coat had faded and chipped away from nearly seven years of cruel Colorado weather. I could see the old basketball hop standing in the driveway, unused by my brother and I since my high school years. I don't understand why our father hasn't taken it down. Perhaps it gives him moments of nostalgic images.
At last the front door opens and my parents exit from it, both with boxes in their arms. The car is unlocked and they carefully put the boxes into the back seat and than seat themselves. For a change mom is on the driver's side starting up the engine. They pull out of the driveway, when I feel it's clear I dash over to the door. I reach under the Welcome mat to retrieve the key, but it isn't there. I always told them keeping it there wasn't safe but they never listened to me. Just my luck they'd follow my advice at the worst moment. Where else could the spare key be? I looked around me over any odd-looking stones or even dog doo, but saw none. I had to get out of sight soon; I was exposing myself for too long. I dashed off the porch and went to the back of the house. The spare bedroom window is kept open must of the time, I prayed it still was. My pray was granted. It took all my strength the lift the glass to height I could squeeze through. But finally I was in the house.
