"I have to be careful to not get caught snooping around." The boy closed his eyes and focused on the sounds surrounding him. A sharp knife swiftly cut through cucumber, the blade hitting the wooden plank underneath. Rice gently cooked in a pot on the stove.
"Roxanne isn't that far from this room." He opened his eyes and checked all entrances. There were three doors: two on his right and one behind him. Door number one led to a hallway. Behind door number two seemed to be a closet. Roxanne had left the room through door number three.
He had to make sure the coast was clear, but his gutts told him to not open the third door. "If she notices me, game's over."
He jumped back into the sofa. Keeping an eye on the huge grandfather's clock, the boy rang the bell she'd given him.
Roxanne rushed in. "What's wrong?" she asked concerned.
"Nothing. Just checking," Storm signed joking.
The girl playfully swinged her index finger. "Don't end up being the boy who cried wolf."
"Yes, ma'am," he smiled.
The caramel haired girl went back to the kitchen, closing the door behind her.
"It took her 3 minutes to react," Storm thought. "I'll have to act fast and soundless." The boy crawled across the room. His ears wide open, his eyes focused on the target.
Arrived at his destination, Storm glanced at the kitchen door. He closed his eyes one more time, making sure Roxanne was still cooking. "It's now or never."
The drawer didn't open. The blue eyed teenager used all his strenght, but the drawer didn't move an inch. His hands slipped away. He fell backwards, knocking down the china vase.
"Shit."
The girl's footsteps were closing in...
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