I am going to do this in chronological order. It’s much funnier that way.
So, I am home for Easter. Today I decided to go see my sister. I took the backroads, as I am inclinded to do because it is so much prettier (or so I think after living in a city for a while). I got out to take a picture. I shut the car off but left my iPod running. I shut the door.
Turns out the car can magically lock itself. Keys in the ignition, cellphone on the dashboard. I’m about eight kilometres from home. So after dropping a few f-bombs and trying to pick the lock with my earring (I was trying to be resourceful; it didn’t work) I start a-walking.
2 miles later my dad found me, camera in hand, trotting on home. I can’t believe I walked that far. I’m quite proud. Unfortunetly Dea was freaking out, thinking I had hit the ditch or something. I figured someone would have figured out sooner or later that I was in trouble and would have found me.
The End