My Mother's Influence.

It all started 5 years ago...
Mom, Dad, Emily, and I were at in Adrian. Mom and Emily went outside to warm up the car as Dad and I checked out. My mother decided to be funny and move the van like 12 spaces down the aisle. When Dad and I came out we couldn't find the van!!!
We looked and looked and looked.. and finally Dad called the police.
They came and found the van where Mom so hilariously parked it and as they were looking in the locked vehicle (seemingly empty) They saw Mom and Emily hiding in the trunk. "Oh no! They'd been kidnapped!" thought the policemen. It was all meant to be funny and it turned out hysterically terrible.

You thought that was the end? Think again.



Sunday night Jordan and I got to her house about 10 minutes before her family did and we decided to scare them. So, taking a flashlight, we went up to the attic (leaving all the lights off as they had been before) and waited. We waited for a bit until we heard them coming up to the second floor and thought oh goodie! we're gonna make noise and have them peek their heads up and yell, "BOO!!!"
They opened the door to the attic and wouldn't stick their heads up so I kicked some BB's, that were laying on the floor, down the stairs. "AH! It's throwing stuff at us now!!!" Yelled Floyd as he slammed the door.
About 3 minutes later the door opened again as Jordan and I were leaning over the banister at the top of the stairs and we saw a head!! Only not a head that belonged to anyone we recognized!!!
"Police department!!" hollered an unknown voice.. "ARE YOU SERIOUS!?!?!??!!?!??!" I said as I rolled my eyes.
So we schlumped down the stairway only to meet an angry police officer. He informed us that 3 different police departments had been on their way to the "Crime scene".
SERIOUSLY!
I'm a small town girl! Things like that don't happen!!!
We had to pay our dues yesterday by being volunteered (by Tracy) to go to the police station and do whatever task they had in mind for dirty scoundrels such as us. We ended up going out to the garage and sorting bicycles. We had to find the tag and write down the serial number and only about 25 bikes had those tags. There were about 100 bikes. So for those that didn't have tags we had to write the make, model, and color, then flip the stupid things over and find the serial number. (Which is very inconveniently located on the bottom of where the 2 peddles go together. If you've ever wondered about such a fact- now you know.)
As if that wasn't enough.. Jordan and I had to go to her house and clean the frozen attic. It took us probably 4 hours. But it was worth it. Before, there was paper, trash, old blankets, random furniture, and TONS of broken glass (Which you can blame Chase for..) A pile of trash 3 feet high overtook the top of the stairs. Now there is one corner of Christmas decorations, a cute little living room section *snort*, and tons of empty (CLEAN!) floor.
So our punishment was that we got to spend an extra school day together. =D

P.S. Chase.. if you mess up that attic again.. I will personally MURDER you.