I walk around, very sneakily, through my room in the basement to the laundry room to escape out the small window.  While tip-toeing like some sort of ninja, I step on something soft, squishy, and warm. I look down, and a white ball of fur runs in terror under the wall. My heart stops for a brief second. Now I wouldn't normally be afraid of a mouse but since it was 3am, I couldn't help but to be a bit jumpy. When i regained my composure I slid through the cracked door, trying not to move it to prevent it from sqeaking, it in need of some wd40. When I got in the laundry room i made my way to the window. I had already planned out a narrow path way in which i could navigate through the mountains of dirty cloths and boxes of old items we had long forgotten about. When I got to the window I unhinged the frame and laid it gently next to the sump pump, trying to make as little noise as possible. After everything was in place and calmed down I stood there, in the dark, waiting for a text from my friend that would let me know when I could leave.  My phone buzzed like an angry bee and i exuberantly left the confines of my house and dashed into my friends car.  I felt as free as an eagle as we drove off through the jungle. I frantically told my friend what i just experienced as we sped out of the neighborhood. I was still a little jumpy from what just happened, although i tried not to think about it for the remaining of the night.
I could barely keep my mind straight knowing where we were on route to, California. I laid my head back and closed my eyes, dreaming of the golden sand that would soon surround us. "I can't wait to get there!" Katie exclaimed as we crossed out of the Worthington City limits. It was all fun and games for a while, we laughed and joked back and fourth. Then, we heard a truck horn blare. Katie turned around and tried to brake, but it was too late. The pineapples in her car shattered through the windows like a polar bear breaking through thin ice. The truck driver rushed out of his truck with only half of his face attached to his body. Spitting blood out of his mouth as he was speaking in an accent, sounding like he just arrived from Spain. He was wearing a torn up Dallas Cowboys jersey, trying to show his American culture most likey, unfortunatley his American driving skills were lacking.