trip over my own feet. Cursing under my breath, I pray that my parents didn't hear as I push myself back up. Gently sliding the key into the lock, it still sounds like an avalanche as I unlock the door and step out into the night. Cool air assails me as I quickly lock the door behind me. Hurrying across the yard I open the gate. It moves silently, I oiled the hinges in the morning, after all. Staying low, I rush to the bus stop. I certainly didn't go through this much trouble to miss my ride.