My Defining Moment

My memory may have failed me that day, but I knew I was going to get into the house one way or another. I had seen dozens of movies where people got into their house without a trace so my twelve year old brain thought I could pull off the same stunts as a million dollar movie. In my mind I had planned out the best idea for a break in and ended up with a sliced up a finger dipped in hydrogen peroxide, having to wrap plastic all over the windows so snow wouldn’t get in and overall forgetting my phone and key on the edge of by blue a green polka dotted bed spread. I woke up at 6:30 AM and got ready to wait for the tbus cruise down the street to my house. I gathered my books and folders into my backpack and waited on the front porch, not wanting
The bus rounded a corner and pulled up and greeted me to our house on the hill. I crossed the street and warily, checking for any invisible ice patches, and marched up the frozen steps to my gates of freedom. I pulled my backpack around my waist and reached in the pocket for the tiny bronze key, but I couldn’t get a grasp on it. Maybe it fell through a hole and slipped in the other side, and so I reached in the big pocket and it was still not there and I knew then that this was not going to be
I wouldn’t be able to have communication with her because I left that stupid purple sliding phone in my room. There I stood in the middle of the country, out in the cold and snow with no contact with anyone. The only way I would have been getting into that house is if I devised a plan so stealthy that no one would suspect that I broke into the house. Tons of ideas raced into my little naive mind from kicking in the dog door, picking the locks to one of the doors, or sitting on the porch until my mom came home from school, but I had to go with the one with the most destruction. I would tread through the mounds of snow and open one of the huge bay windows in our sunroom, slipping into the house and act like nothing happened. Seems simple enough, so I did just that, except it didn’t end up the way I wanted it to. I started to push and prod at the window trying to loosen it up, while it creaks and began to show spider like cracks. One more push and, all of it crashed onto the jade green cement floor. Adrenaline ceased to rush through my body once I climbed through the hole I just made. Finally inside, I slid open the screen door and did my Snoopy happy dance. Scampering into my room, I find my keys and phone planted on the bed. Dreadfully picking up the phone to see the missed calls I got from my