My 9/11

Spy Next Door

Twenty minutes later, we got to Bethany's house. It was defiantly bigger than her old house.

It was half brick half normal brown wall on the outside. Palmer said bye, got out of the car, and went to the house next door.

Must've been in a hurry, we didn't even stop! He just opened the car door while we were moving and left! Wait. They were neighbors! Cool!

Mrs. Gable parked in a garage with a clover filled with red, green, and white colors. Irish I bet. We came to a stop. Me and Bethany both got out of the car. We got out of the small garage. Her parents followed, closing it behind them. We rounded the corner and went up the side steps. They had rails on the side.

I was still carrying my kennel and Bethany was holding onto the paper bag with my MP3 inside.

We all entered the house. I put down the cage and opened it. Danger jumped out. He started sniffing. Suddenly he sprinted off. Crazy cat. I took of my shoes. I waited till Bethany was ready too.

"You have to see my room!" she said.

She grabbed my hand and gave me the grand tour. Straight ahead was a room, the kitchen. It was big. It was connected to their table. Ya know, the place they eat?

It was old looking but it didn't really matter. I even kinda liked it that way. There was a door in the far corner to get to the backyard. We skipped that part.

She led me to another opening, the living room. It was small, like a man-cave. It felt snug. I like it. There was a small flat screen TV. Plus, three humongous couches, and blankets scattered in every which way. She walked around, back to the front door, the house was one big circle. By the door, off to the right, was the stairs.

They were small steps, a bit squished, someone cluster-phobic (sorry, don't know how to spell it, when you hate being in small spaces) wouldn't like it. They were very steep steps. When we got to the top, we were in an open space. Finally, the most not cluttered place except for the kitchen!

There were four doors in each corner. She took me to the left corner, her room. Bethany's room had a bed, closet, small TV with DVD player, desk, and a growing plant by the window. Her room was big.

Bethany told me that across from her room was her parents's. The other two were completely empty. And that, rapped up the whole tour.

As I said, it was dark out. I was getting tired and was hungry.

"Let's watch a movie, I'll get some snacks," Bethany said as if reading my mind. I yawned. I crashed on her bed and waited. She came back with a bowl of ice cream for both of us. She handed it to me. I started hungrily eating it.

Bethany put her frozen dessert on the bed, and started the movie. It was Super 8. I loved that show. It was my second favorite. I always compared it to myself and about how my Mom died.

We watched. I finished my ice cream minutes after the movie started. After awhile I let my eyes close. I drifted off to a deep sleep.

"Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep," something rang. I squeezed my eyes shut. A little longer! I felt the covers move and someone get up. I kept on sleeping. Minutes later I woke up to something crawling on me. I jerked up.

"Danger!" I yelled. "You scared me!"

I picked him up and got up. I noticed something sticking to my forehead. I touched it. I peeled off a sticky note. I put it to my face, it read:

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Sorry Zoey! I have school. I forgot to tell you. The whole time in NY was my vacation! I'll see you later today at four!