I’ve been sneaking into and out of the house since I was twelve. Even when I was a goody-goody honor student I liked to sneak out every once in a while for the thrill of it. Most of the time I’d only go down to the convenience store for a candy bar and soda and then sneak back in before Daddy, Jessica, or my designated babysitter could find out.
I still listen closely at the door, but the house is quiet. I slink down the hallway, to my bedroom. I barely have the energy to kick off my boots and then drop onto the mattress. It has been a long night. A productive night, but much too long.
The alarm goes off what seems like five minutes later. I throw back the blankets and then remember I’m still wearing my vigilante outfit....
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