Stuck in the Window

Freshman year of high school is a tough time for most kids. Getting adjusted to a new school and, in some cases, a brand new set of hope, friends and responsibilities can be a process that takes quite some time.

One of my new tasks was remembering my key to let myself in the house each day after school. It doesn’t seem like such a strenuous task looking back upon it, but at the time, remembering that damn’ house key was the last thing on my mind.

After school one day, I realize that I’ve forgotten my key, yet again, and started to panic about what to do. The friend whose house I sometimes went to when this happened was out of town, and the one neighbor who held our house key was not home. The only rational option seemed to break into my own house.

I approached the window closest to the door and shimmied off the screen and proceeded to open up the window. Amazingly, it opened with ease and I began to make my way through it. Now, I should probably mention that our house has an alarm system which is very sensitive. You have about 90 seconds to turn off the initial alarm that goes off if any door or window opens. After that the major alarm sounds, and Brinks sends out a cop to investigate…you can probably see where this is going…

I get halfway through the window and get stuck because I’m too smart to take off my bookbag before going through the window. My bookbag got caught on the top of the window and the window began sliding down, slightly squishing me; all this while the 90 second alarm is going.

I start panicking, trying to get out of the window so that I could get to the alarm before the cops came, but to no avail. So, there I was, stuck in a window of my own house when the major alarm begins to sound and shut off after about another minute or so.

At first, I think everything’s fine and I might be able to get out without any problems, but Dorienne’s luck holds true again, and a small-town, Westerville cop shows up, while my ass is hanging out of the window.

He laughs for a sec, yes…he laughs, and helps me out of the window. However, this is a Westerville cop, and black kids hanging out of windows of a white neighborhood warrant investigation, so he begins asking me what I was doing and why I felt I needed to “break” into the house. Having no luck convincing the officer, who was about to call in the cavalry, that I lived there, I successfully entered my house through the window, opened the door and pulled out some pictures of myself from the secretary in the living room. Finally, he left, but not after giving me a little lecture about remembering me keys the next time.

The End.

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