Garage Hopping Short Story
Garage Hopping
A Tale of Two Suburban Teens
The following events take place between, 7:30 PM and 11:00 PM
Sweat dripped from my for-head onto the dirt that laid beneath my exhausted body as the two men ran past me in the mist of the night, to them I was unseen. After they had past
I gathered my self together and knew I had very little time to find my partner who was also my friend and equally in the same danger that had come upon us. Ryan to my knowledge was somewhere near, but where? Dashing through the forest ahead of me, cuts became indulged in my skin from the foliage that was all over. After coming to the end of the wooded area and crossing the street were only a matter of what seemed minutes before we were surrounded. I could only wonder why had we chosen to enter …show more content…
that garage. “What would you want to do tonight?” I asked on the phone. “Beats me” Ryan says casually, “What ever is fine.” Boredom takes over most teens lives which leads to what most would refer to as trouble. But what is trouble? You would have to be caught for it to be considered trouble, I thought to myself. The two of us, as most of my friends, had already gone what we called “garage hopping.” Which was defined as entering opened garages after dusk and taking what was not ours. Alcohol, golf accessories, and so on. Looking back at the situation it was a very immoral act to commit. “You want to go get a few things and garage hop?” I asked Ryan, who was only a block over. After he agreed it was only a matter of minutes that it took for me to pick Ryan up. I had only received my license a few months before and was new to the road. What also was new, was the cd in my stereo and my love for driving. It was a world with freedom and I was already using it to commit wrong doings. It was truly a simple task, the act of garage hoping. One merely drove down a street and viewed which house owner had been oblivious enough to leave their garage door open and unattended in the dark evening. I say oblivious being the cautious person that am, who locks every door and window at night. I find myself wondering why someone would leave their home and possessions unclosed. Never the less, you would be surprised at the number of those who unknowingly contribute to their garages be entered by strangers.
This gave us, what I believe to be, the courage to even attempt such a thing; to basically steal someone else’s property. Exactly what we went about that night. After making our rounds within the subdivisions through town, the trunk of my car seemed to have enough that would satisfy two young teens “car hopers”. Two cases of beer, two sets of pricey golf clubs including bags, and plenty other golf accessories. I remembered specifically what I had taken that night. It was a night that I do remember for reasons I wish had never happened. For we were about to go home before it was said and agreed, “one more house.” We made our way in my loaded car to what we felt was a good choice of area. After the legal termed victim was chosen, the car was then parked down a few houses on a coordinating block. Then on foot we made our way up and in through the entry of garage. Three steps in and all that was heard or said came neither from Ryan or myself. “Hey, stop!” came a voice from the door that was the single entry to the house from inside the garage.
It was truly all down hill from here.There was no time to think or put into context what was happening. Never had this happened before. Never had someone opened their door while my friends or I were inside. It was time to react and react we did, with running as fast as I feel I’ve ever moved my toothpick legs in my life. Both of us sprinting through lawns of other houses as two men chased us shouting repeatedly that our asses were theirs and to stop running. Stopping was not an option in my thought process, now more than ever. Ryan and I split paths without even realizing it; which led myself moving at a speed so rapid I came to a hill and fell, leading to a full on barrel roll. I picked myself up and turned the corner into the forest where I threw my body behind the brush. It was then that the two men, or what I think was both men passing by practically right in front of me. After they had passed it was on to find Ryan. Out of the brush I burst across the road and made my way over to the strip mall. I called Ryan on my cell phone, “ where are you!,” in a panic I shouted. “Over by Goodyear” he replied. There I found him waiting in the shadows. Both of us dripping in sweat from the summer heat, hunched over gasping for air. I told Ryan that it was in our best interest to make our way in the other direction because we needed to head toward home. He felt as if he was going to throw up and did not want to leave at that instance. So I felt we needed to leave and just started moving quickly in the opposite direction, which was not a good idea looking back now. I should have chose the other way. For as I past the at the time, White Hen Pantry, a police officer pulled in, pointing his car and lights directly on an angle at me. I knew it was all over at this point. The male police officer hopped right out of the car, quickly asking, “What were you doing in those peoples garage?” “I wasn’t in anyone’s garage”, I replied. He knew I was not telling the truth. He then asks, “Where is your friend kid?” I did not have to say a word for the officer to realize where my friend truly was. “Come over here!” he shouted. Ryan was reluctant to come but made his way slowly with a hunched back looking as if he were about to vomit. By the time Ryan had even come to the police car, there were three other police vehicles also in the parking lot. We were both hand cuffed and verbally explained that we were going to be going in for questioning. After finding the car and talking to us for awhile it was clear we were going to be arrested, and arrested we were. Our full information was taken down and we had our finger prints taken at the station. I could not believe what was even happening. How could we be some dumb, I thought after the fact. We were not there long before we were informed that our parents were waiting for us in the lobby. I remember thinking how hard it would be to face my parents. Also wondering what the legal punishment would be and the one from my parents as well. After all procedures were through I began to walk and open the door to where my pants awaited me. Truly I can say the look on both of my mother and father’s faces and car ride home was punishment enough.
A Tale of Two Suburban Teens
The following events take place between, 7:30 PM and 11:00 PM
Sweat dripped from my for-head onto the dirt that laid beneath my exhausted body as the two men ran past me in the mist of the night, to them I was unseen. After they had past
I gathered my self together and knew I had very little time to find my partner who was also my friend and equally in the same danger that had come upon us. Ryan to my knowledge was somewhere near, but where? Dashing through the forest ahead of me, cuts became indulged in my skin from the foliage that was all over. After coming to the end of the wooded area and crossing the street were only a matter of what seemed minutes before we were surrounded. I could only wonder why had we chosen to enter …show more content…
that garage. “What would you want to do tonight?” I asked on the phone. “Beats me” Ryan says casually, “What ever is fine.” Boredom takes over most teens lives which leads to what most would refer to as trouble. But what is trouble? You would have to be caught for it to be considered trouble, I thought to myself. The two of us, as most of my friends, had already gone what we called “garage hopping.” Which was defined as entering opened garages after dusk and taking what was not ours. Alcohol, golf accessories, and so on. Looking back at the situation it was a very immoral act to commit. “You want to go get a few things and garage hop?” I asked Ryan, who was only a block over. After he agreed it was only a matter of minutes that it took for me to pick Ryan up. I had only received my license a few months before and was new to the road. What also was new, was the cd in my stereo and my love for driving. It was a world with freedom and I was already using it to commit wrong doings. It was truly a simple task, the act of garage hoping. One merely drove down a street and viewed which house owner had been oblivious enough to leave their garage door open and unattended in the dark evening. I say oblivious being the cautious person that am, who locks every door and window at night. I find myself wondering why someone would leave their home and possessions unclosed. Never the less, you would be surprised at the number of those who unknowingly contribute to their garages be entered by strangers.
This gave us, what I believe to be, the courage to even attempt such a thing; to basically steal someone else’s property. Exactly what we went about that night. After making our rounds within the subdivisions through town, the trunk of my car seemed to have enough that would satisfy two young teens “car hopers”. Two cases of beer, two sets of pricey golf clubs including bags, and plenty other golf accessories. I remembered specifically what I had taken that night. It was a night that I do remember for reasons I wish had never happened. For we were about to go home before it was said and agreed, “one more house.” We made our way in my loaded car to what we felt was a good choice of area. After the legal termed victim was chosen, the car was then parked down a few houses on a coordinating block. Then on foot we made our way up and in through the entry of garage. Three steps in and all that was heard or said came neither from Ryan or myself. “Hey, stop!” came a voice from the door that was the single entry to the house from inside the garage.
It was truly all down hill from here.There was no time to think or put into context what was happening. Never had this happened before. Never had someone opened their door while my friends or I were inside. It was time to react and react we did, with running as fast as I feel I’ve ever moved my toothpick legs in my life. Both of us sprinting through lawns of other houses as two men chased us shouting repeatedly that our asses were theirs and to stop running. Stopping was not an option in my thought process, now more than ever. Ryan and I split paths without even realizing it; which led myself moving at a speed so rapid I came to a hill and fell, leading to a full on barrel roll. I picked myself up and turned the corner into the forest where I threw my body behind the brush. It was then that the two men, or what I think was both men passing by practically right in front of me. After they had passed it was on to find Ryan. Out of the brush I burst across the road and made my way over to the strip mall. I called Ryan on my cell phone, “ where are you!,” in a panic I shouted. “Over by Goodyear” he replied. There I found him waiting in the shadows. Both of us dripping in sweat from the summer heat, hunched over gasping for air. I told Ryan that it was in our best interest to make our way in the other direction because we needed to head toward home. He felt as if he was going to throw up and did not want to leave at that instance. So I felt we needed to leave and just started moving quickly in the opposite direction, which was not a good idea looking back now. I should have chose the other way. For as I past the at the time, White Hen Pantry, a police officer pulled in, pointing his car and lights directly on an angle at me. I knew it was all over at this point. The male police officer hopped right out of the car, quickly asking, “What were you doing in those peoples garage?” “I wasn’t in anyone’s garage”, I replied. He knew I was not telling the truth. He then asks, “Where is your friend kid?” I did not have to say a word for the officer to realize where my friend truly was. “Come over here!” he shouted. Ryan was reluctant to come but made his way slowly with a hunched back looking as if he were about to vomit. By the time Ryan had even come to the police car, there were three other police vehicles also in the parking lot. We were both hand cuffed and verbally explained that we were going to be going in for questioning. After finding the car and talking to us for awhile it was clear we were going to be arrested, and arrested we were. Our full information was taken down and we had our finger prints taken at the station. I could not believe what was even happening. How could we be some dumb, I thought after the fact. We were not there long before we were informed that our parents were waiting for us in the lobby. I remember thinking how hard it would be to face my parents. Also wondering what the legal punishment would be and the one from my parents as well. After all procedures were through I began to walk and open the door to where my pants awaited me. Truly I can say the look on both of my mother and father’s faces and car ride home was punishment enough.