WRITTEN BY MAR: THIS IS A MUST READ!!!!! REMEBER THE SLUMBER PARTY BETWEEN MORG"S AND CHRIS" HOUSE....

Faster, faster! They're catching up! My heart pounded as I sensed the group of
guys gaining on us. I stole a glance at Deanna, my partner in crime. She struggled
for breath; it seemed we had been running for miles.

"We will surely die!" I whispered loudly, repeating the words that had been spoken
several times that night.

"I know! Hurry up! We have to find a place to hide!" She frantically responded.

We were nearing our Morgan's house. We scurried across her driveway, hoping no one
was waiting for us behind a car or in the bushes. The yard was unfamiliar
territory, but we did not have time to be cautious. Still running pell-mell, we
turned the corner around the house and headed toward the backyard. Darkness
surrounded us as we distanced ourselves from the street lamps. Suddenly the ground
under my feet seemed to give out. I didn't know there was a hill here! I could not
slow down.

I looked over my shoulder, wondering if those tailing us were still close behind.
Before I could turn around, I felt twigs and leaves scraping my arms and legs, and
then I was airborne. Time seemed to slow down, making my "flight" last for minutes
rather than just seconds. I hit the ground, landing hard. I laid there for a few
seconds, stunned. The side of my face was pressed against the wet grass, my arms
and legs sprawled out in every direction.

Deanna stifled her laughter. "Are you okay?"

"I think so," I managed, not knowing whether to laugh or cry from the pain. I
pushed off the ground, turning my head and squinting to see what in the world had
caused me to fall. I discovered a three-foot drop-off, and at the lower level stood
a small tree, explaining the scrapes on my limbs. I began laughing, fully realizing
the hilarity of the scene, as I literally dove through the air, covering about ten
feet of ground.

"Let's go!" Deanna urged as she too, allowed herself to laugh.

Through the valley we ran, up a hill, and finally to the safety of the shadows. We
just sat for a moment, catching our breath. We looked at each other and both of us
started jabbering, recapping the evening between shrieks of laughter.

A group of girls was spending the night at Morgan's house, and a bunch of guys were
staying all night at Chris's house. Morgan and Chris live about a block away from
each other, so naturally, there were big plans for TP-ing. It was just before
midnight when Deanna and I took a quick trip to Walgreen's to buy toilet paper. We
hurried in and out, not wanting to stay longer than necessary. As Deanna fumbled
for her keys and we waited to get in the car, I noticed a man walking toward us.

"Hurry up! There's somebody heading straight for us!" I let my imagination get the
best of me; he was just crossing the parking lot, and we were between him and the
other side. We jumped in the car and slammed the doors, scared over nothing.

"We will die before this night is over," Deanna said jokingly.

I shook my head and smiled. We were getting closer to Morgan's house, where the
other girls were waiting for us. When we got there, however, the girls had already
left to begin TP-ing Chris's yard. We weren't fazed by their absence, and began
crossing the neighborhood on foot, toilet paper in hand. Dogs barked as we passed
their yards. I tensed up, grabbing Deanna's arm.

"We're going to die!" I muttered.

"Chill out, Mar," she told me. "They're just dogs!"

We reached Chris's yard in a few short minutes. The other girls were
busy in the back yard, so Deanna and I headed for the front. Just as I
began to throw the first roll of toilet paper, the door opened. We had
been caught! Leaving the toilet paper behind, we started running toward
Morgan's house. Then I had wiped out by the side of the house, and we
had made it to safety, at least for the moment.

By the time we finished running through the evening, play by play, we
had been discovered. Coming toward us from one direction were two of
the guys, and the only way out was to get on the street again, where
three other guys were waiting for us in a car. There was no escape, so
we reluctantly surrendered, sharing the tale of my fall. Deanna was
disappointed that no one caught the moment on tape, convinced that it
would win any Funniest Home Videos contest. The next morning we
guiltily retrieved our toilet paper to head for home, but not without
throwing a few pieces into the tree, just for good measure, of course.