I stuffed one more pillow under the duvet and then stepped back to examine my work. Sure, the fake me looked a little lumpier, but it was dark and my parents didn't normally do more than glance in the crack in the door.
Next, I assessed my ninja hijack outfit. Black leggings, cute black tee, and a thick jacket - navy blue was the best I could do. Pulling on my beanie, I slipped out my door and down the stairs, cringing when I stood on a creaky step.
I froze. Held my breath. No one made a noise, so i leaped down the last three steps, snatched the keys to the truck from the key bowl and opened the door slow and steady.
Freedom!
I clicked the door closed behind me and inhaled the icey air. I was almost as pale as the snow covering the ground. Christmas lights sparkled all along the street, and I cursed our festive neighborhood for not giving me any darkness for my mission.
Stepping down from the porch, the snow crackled under my feet. I pulled my jacket tighter around me, wishing I could go back for my gloves. But it was too late now. I needed to hurry up before someone saw me.
"Emily?"
Oh shit.
YOU ARE READING
I got that duck in my truck
RomanceEmily's family thinks they're having duck for Christmas, but not if she has anything to say about it. She thinks she's going to get away with it too, until her nosey neighbor James butt's in. Follow James and Emily on their silly Christmas duck adve...
