Aderenaline 1

I close my phone. It's three o'clock in the morning. I wipe the sleep out of both corners of my eyes. I jump out of my old green couch that I had somehow fallen asleep on. I do not even think of any consequences. I creep down the hall into the guest bed room, which is at the front of the house. With just about every step there is a squeak. I hold my hands up in the air and stand on my tip toes as if I was on a tite wire thirty feet off the ground. I finally reach the room. It is pitch black.
I tip toe over to the window and gently draw it open. It makes a loud screaching sound. I completely freeze. I decide to continue my mission. I open the screen and hop out. I landed straight on my feet, but somehow I feel pain shoot right up my right leg. I bend over in pain, trying not to whinse.

I run to my bronco 2 and put the key in the car door, and unlock it. Once inside I throw my permit on the pasangers seat, and start the car. I drive off. Oddly enough I do not know my destination. I have been there before, briefely. It was in broad day light though. I HAD the cross streets written on my hand but now they are smudged off. I reach in my empty pocket. My phone is left next to my couch. I take off at probably twice the speeding limit. I need to go to a house close to the Los Gatos hills. It usually takes my mother around fifteen to twenty minute to get there. It took me eight. Luckily I went down to the end of Leigh Ave and went down a street where cars were racing out of.
Trouble? Probably. College party? Of course. I race down the street. It looks pretty firmiliar, I guess. My head feels like it is spinning. Not to far down the street I see four or five life size barbie dolls throwing up in the bushes. I pull a little down the street, passed the house. I get this aderenaline rush. I am angry. Livid to the extreme. I push the stupid button below the stearing wheel to get my keys out of the egnition.

I storm into the house as if I lived there.