jessy+m's+memoir

Jessy Mastandino __ Open House  __ The new house on Green Witch was being built; it looked like one of those houses you see on MTV cribs. It was unfinished and undecorated but looked huge. It was, during the summer when my sister, her two friends, and I noticed this mini mansion being built. We than planned a day we would sneak into it and take a look on the inside. Understanding, that was concerned trespassing we still all wanted to take on this adventure. Purposely, we planned a day that no construction men were at the site. Anxiously, we wanted until the day. It’s a crisp summer morning where the sun just meets its highest point. My sister and I wake up and pull our pink kiddy bikes out of the garage to meet up with her two friends again; Leana and Sam. We pasted Green Witch Court where the mini mansion catches our eyes. //Wait no one is watching it.// We all have the same idea and rush to the open house. Throwing our bikes across the front lawn as if we didn’t have a care in the world. Racing to the front door to finally see inside, but damn it’s locker! We scatter around the house looking for an opening into this impossible house. “The Garage!,” Sam suggests. Running around the house for what feels like a mile, we find the shut garage doors from the outside and put our strength together to lift the double garage doors. Yes! Finally inside. We go inside and the inside is more than we had expected. We give ourselves the complete tour of the house. Suddenly, we hear laugher and foot steps echoing threw the house. We all look at each other with fear and regret. Scared to even breath we try to find a hiding spot. Instead we all ran down the stairs, not worrying if they heard us just concerned about getting out of the house we run defending every man for them selves. Gabby, Leana, and I were half way threw the front door when the owners yelled “Excuse me!” Sam is the only one left in the house when they interrogate us. They ask why were in their house and further ask if we went up their stairs because there was fresh paint. We guess they didn’t see us leap down the stairs and lie, “No.” Before they can say anything else we run out of there grabbing our bikes from the bushes laughing and full of adrenaline we fly down the road.