Short story

I WILL NEVER DO IT AGAIN

By Paulina Mescia, November 2009


It was Sunday afternoon and I was very bored, I wanted to go to my best friend’s house, Liza. My mother didn’t let me go because she said I had to stay home with my dad because I never see him.
I was very angry with her, so I went to my bedroom. I wanted to cry but a great idea came to my mind, I was going to escape, but how? I thought… If I go to the kitchen my mother was going to see me, so I decided to open the window and escape. It was very exciting; I couldn’t believe what I was doing.
Liza’s house was two blocks from my house so I went walking. When I arrived to her house I told her I had escaped from my house, she was very surprised.
We were playing with some dolls when the telephone rang, it was my mother! .She was asking if someone had seen me. Liza said no but my mother was coming to Liza’s house to visit her mother. I had to do something so with my friend we went to the park, there was nobody. It was almost seven o’clock in the evening and it was getting dark so we went to my house. When our mothers saw us they were mad with us. I promised my mother I would never do it again.