A midnight adventure

Press, 14 October 1986, Page 10

A midnight adventure

By

PASCALE van BREU-

GEL, aged 14 The party was great! Fantastic! Wonderful! It was Lauren’s fourteenth birthday and she had invited the whole class down to her house for the party. I was dancing away, when suddenly I heard the clock strike. I slowly turned around. “Good grief” was my first thought. It was midnight

and I’d promised my poor Mum that I would be home before 10. I felt like Cinderella as I rushed from the room. Luckily I didn’t lose my shoe, or Mum would really have been angry. But then no handsome prince followed me either as I gracefully stepped into a cab! As I went home (hoping the cab wouldn’t turn into a pumpkin) I got nervous and decided I had better sneak into the house, or

else Mum would throw a fit. But of course (since I have all the luck), the front door key was missing and I had to climb through my sister’s bedroom window., Luckily her snores drowned the sound of my noisy entrance, and I got in. But suddenly I tripped over and skidded on something ... something on wheels and, Yikes! I screamed as I went zooming through the

• i (luckily) open door, through the hallway, (nearly running over my cat, which got such a fright it jumped out of the window and landed in Mum’s rose garden) and straight into my bedroom. Finally to add a final dramatic touch, I landed in my closet. The last thing I heard my mother say (before fainting) was “What will the neighbour think?” Good grief.