Stephi here.
I just went on an adventure! No, not really... but it felt like it.
I was about to go to sleep... until I realized that I really wanted to read, not sleep. Even though I'm extremely tired.
"Hey! Guess what? I'm not gonna let you sleep until you read some of The Last Olympian." My brain said. This wouldn't be a problem. Nope, it usually happens every other night. Except this time, Ada(my sister) borrowed to book earlier at night when the diurnal members of my family slept.
Ada sleeps with my mom. My mother PMS's on a daily basis. So you see how this is a problem.
But I NEEDED that book. So I decided that I was agile and sneaky enough. I mean, I've watched Ocean's 13.. and parts of James Bond... and Spy Kids........................... I got this.
Start playing the James Bond theme song as you read this next part.
The door was partially open. I got this.
I'm gonna slide in. Like a badass snake. Because I'm so badass.
It would've worked. But my rib touched the door. Making it move an inch... but that was enough to make Ada's stupid rosary thing jingle.
I hate you, metal crucifix thing. What is that anyway? 9 years in Catholic school and I never understood why Christians carry around a model of the torture instrument used to kill their hero.
It's like if Michael Jackson fans carried around tiny bloody anatomical hearts that look like they've been arrested. That's a bad example, but I wanted to draw this picture.
Hahahahaha. I'm so punny.
Anyway, it made a lot of noise and I froze. My mom's breathing didn't slow, so I kept going.
I got in. And I felt my way around the room because I overestimated my night vision abilities. So I went to the faded LED light of my sister's cell phone. It was charging, but it was 100% already, so I unplugged it.
BEEP.
I froze. Okay, okay. No one noticed. And then I stepped away, and the charger head hit the floor with a
THUD.
I closed my eyes and waited for the rustling of bedsheets. Nothing. SAFE! Phew... I'm good. I'm good...
And a second later, the light disappeared because it wasn't charging anymore. So I slid it up and down to renew the light's lifetime.
DOO DAH LINGah.
Run. Goddammit Stephanie, RUN! And I was at the door when my mom said, "What the hell are you doing?"
"Looking for a book." I replied. Good thing it's 4am, she was too tired to question me.
Mission Failure. Enemy detected me. Dammit.
SECOND TRY
This is what went through my head during the second mission:
I got this now. I'm so awesome. I have my phone's camera on. The screen is dark, but still illuminates.
I'm so cool.
Aw, come on! My mom's facing the door now. Great!
I still got this. I'm cool. I'm chill.....
After groping around the bed and the desk, nearly pushing Ada off the bed, risking it by checking under my mom's pillow, under Ada's pillow, between Ada and Mom, under the bed, in the closet, on her desky thing.. I have come back empty handed. I have failed everyone. And by everyone, I mean me.
WAIT. What if Ada didn't bring the book upstairs to her room? Oh who am I kidding? Who reads downstairs in the living room? Pfft. Pssh.. heh.. ha... heh.. merf....
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It was downstairs. On the table. It's black cover mocking me.
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