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We-Write #11: Home Alone + Last Week's Winners Announced!
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Nathan peeped through the hole to see Mark’s hands waiving frantically. “What’s wrong, man?” Nathan shouted as he swung open the door. Out of breath, Mark replied, “In such a rush, picked up the wrong game. Gotta go back. Come with me”.
Seeing the window of opportunity narrow, before Mark could finish, Nathan shrugged his shoulders, grabbed his jacket from the entry closet, and tucked away his mom’s voice before she left.
Mark broke the silent, dark sprint down the sidewalk. “I’ll bet my mom gave that book to your mom after she found it under my bed.” Nearing the edge of the driveway at Mark’s home, Nathan half turned his head toward the streetlight before asking, “Did you read it?” Mark wondered why Nathan was staring so hard at the streetlight before answering, “Nah, flipped through some pages. Boring. Some kids’ series by two old decrepit-looking guys. Why she thought I’d be interested in that is a mystery to me”.
Nathan shuddered as he turned to look back towards his own house. It wasn't that cold outside. He had his jacket on, so why the need to wrap his hands around his shoulders. He shook his head quickly as though to shake it off and clear his thoughts. He didn't notice Mark had reached the side door to his parents' garage.
Mark opened the garage by the dim glow from the streetlight. Fumes from his mom’s car poured into the open air. “Mom” he called frantically while parting the thick air. No sign of her, he raced to the other side of the car and stepped into the house. His feet pushing his mom’s jacket and shoes out of his way.
“What’s wrong Mark?" Nathan shouted as the outline of his own mom’s car down the street came into view under the streetlight.
