He neighborhood streets wound around like a maze as my friend and I made turns left and right trying to find our way home. Time passed so slowly as we became even more exhausted with each step. It would have been easier to give up, but that was not who we were. We would find our way home, even if it took all night.
It was a little after four o’clock when we were sitting in the living room playing a game. At first the noise was distant but then it became clearer and clearer. It was the ice cream truck! “ Did I just hear the ice cream truck?” My friend, Sam, exclaimed as he dove out of his seat and ran to the window. “Where is it?” I asked as I blew past Sam and put my face on the hard,cold glass window. We couldn’t yet see the ice cream …show more content…
“Yeah, your right. I bet they don’t even know we snuck away.” He got up from the curb and took off running
“Come on! Let’s get home before they realize we even left.” He yelled as I ran as fast as I could to try to catch up with him and then to try to keep his pace. It had gotten colder since we had left so we knew that it was getting late. Sam was leading the way and we ran through someone's back yard with grass so tall that it made our legs …show more content…
He pushed the door until the door opened. There stood a short, overweight and hunched old lady with shiny grey hair and that smelled like strong perfume. Her smile was welcoming, but hesitant. “Can I help you?” She asked through the torn screen door.
“We don’t know how to get home.” Sam said through closed eyes, pretending to hold back tears for sympathy. “Well come inside!” She said with a crooked tooth smile as the opened the door.
The odor of flower- smelling perfume was strong enough to taste when we walked in the house. We followed her into the small kitchen with a plate of cookies fresh out of the oven. She pulled lemonade out of the refrigerator and poured us both a glass.
“What street do you live on?” She asked Sam “I can help you get home then.”
Sam started stuttering, “I have no idea.”
“Well what is your home phone number?” She asked handing Sam the phone.
He punched in his phone number and held his breath waiting for his mom to answer. I heard his mom crying over the phone asking where he was. He tried to calm his mom down and tell her that he and I were safe. He hung up and we went outside to find her. About 10 minutes later her car pulled up and she got out of the car and gave Sam a
It was a little after four o’clock when we were sitting in the living room playing a game. At first the noise was distant but then it became clearer and clearer. It was the ice cream truck! “ Did I just hear the ice cream truck?” My friend, Sam, exclaimed as he dove out of his seat and ran to the window. “Where is it?” I asked as I blew past Sam and put my face on the hard,cold glass window. We couldn’t yet see the ice cream …show more content…
“Yeah, your right. I bet they don’t even know we snuck away.” He got up from the curb and took off running
“Come on! Let’s get home before they realize we even left.” He yelled as I ran as fast as I could to try to catch up with him and then to try to keep his pace. It had gotten colder since we had left so we knew that it was getting late. Sam was leading the way and we ran through someone's back yard with grass so tall that it made our legs …show more content…
He pushed the door until the door opened. There stood a short, overweight and hunched old lady with shiny grey hair and that smelled like strong perfume. Her smile was welcoming, but hesitant. “Can I help you?” She asked through the torn screen door.
“We don’t know how to get home.” Sam said through closed eyes, pretending to hold back tears for sympathy. “Well come inside!” She said with a crooked tooth smile as the opened the door.
The odor of flower- smelling perfume was strong enough to taste when we walked in the house. We followed her into the small kitchen with a plate of cookies fresh out of the oven. She pulled lemonade out of the refrigerator and poured us both a glass.
“What street do you live on?” She asked Sam “I can help you get home then.”
Sam started stuttering, “I have no idea.”
“Well what is your home phone number?” She asked handing Sam the phone.
He punched in his phone number and held his breath waiting for his mom to answer. I heard his mom crying over the phone asking where he was. He tried to calm his mom down and tell her that he and I were safe. He hung up and we went outside to find her. About 10 minutes later her car pulled up and she got out of the car and gave Sam a