A few minutes later, I heard a car engine stop and doors opening. I didn’t think much about it, since we lived in a pretty busy part of town. But then I heard a key going into the St. Patrick’s day drink beer and play basketball shirt and I will buy this front door lock. I freaked out. I ran as fast as I could into the bedroom—totally forgetting to turn off the TV—and threw the clothes off as quickly as I could. I had left mom’s closet door open, so I quickly ran in to close it. At this time, I heard my father’s voice, yelling at me to come unchain the front door. I had managed to get my panties and pantyhose off, my jeans and socks on, but I hadn’t yet gotten the dress and bra off. So I wrestled with the zipper on the dress, trying a little too hard to pull the zipper down, and the zipper broke. Fortunately for me, it broke in such a way that I could now remove the dress. I took it and the bra off, threw all of the clothes onto my bed and then covered them with my blankets, put on a t-shirt, and pretended to walk wearily toward the front door—as if I had been asleep.
St. Patrick’s day drink beer and play basketball shirt, hoodie, tank top, sweater and long sleeve t-shirt
Mom and Dad came in, complaining about how long it took for me to open the St. Patrick’s day drink beer and play basketball shirt and I will buy this front door. I told them that I had been sleeping and that I didn’t hear them. Mom then asked, suspiciously, why the TV was on in the living room. I told her some bull story about how it was too quiet in the house and I needed some background noise. Turns out, my mother was sick that day too. She couldn’t make it through her day at work, and since my parents only had one car, dad had to bring her home. Dad left, but mom stayed behind, going immediately to the bathroom. I saw this as my opportunity. As quietly as I could, I retrieved all of the items from the bed. I stuffed my own items back into their hiding place and then turned to the dress. I tried to get it back onto the hanger, but with the broken zipper, it just kept falling off. So I placed it between two other items in her closet, hoping the pressure from the other items would keep it from falling from the hanger. I had just finished doing that and was trying to quietly close my mother’s closet door when mom walked in.