Bang! Bang! Bang! “Run guys!” Nolan yelled so loud that the whole neighborhood could hear. We saw the door open so we started booking it to my house. All you could hear is leaves crunching until someone yelled, “I’ll get you kids!”
Luke and I were sitting under the pine tree across the street from the target. All we could smell is the fresh pine needles we were hiding in. It was dead silent except for Nolan’s shoes hitting the concrete like a boxer connecting on his opponent. All we could see is his outline creeping towards the dark brick house.
I whispered into Luke’s ear, “Get ready to run, he’s about to hit it.”
He didn’t respond - it was like he was in a trance. He was breathing really hard and I could hear his heart beating.
I thought to myself, ”Is he having a heart attack, or was he just nervous?”
I asked him, “Are you good or do you want to just go home?”
Luke said to me, “ I’m good, I just need a minute.”
However, he wouldn’t get that minute. He wouldn't even get half of a minute. Within three seconds, it happened.
Nolan hit the door with all of his strength, you would have thought that door had beat up his brother. Bang! Bang! Bang! He hit the metal door so hard that it dented like a pop can when you drop it.
“Run Guys!” he yelled so loud that the whole neighborhood could hear, just incase we didn’t see her creeping towards the door.

We knew exactly what just happened. The door flew open and we ran. If you didn’t know what happened, you would have thought a bear was chasing us.
We threw open my door faster than a pitcher’s fastball then we slammed it shut. We were sitting in the living room, and we heard screeching tires outside. We slowly peaked out the window and we saw a navy blue car pull in the cracked driveway. Our hearts dropped all the way through the world. We knew exactly who it was. We were shaking because we were so scared.  My dad made us go talk to them because we were responsible for what we did. Are you serious…  I’m not going to talk to her. Although we were nervous and tremoring with fear we manned up and talked to her.
She got out of her car and said to us with a calm tone, “What do you kids think you're doing, you could get ran over. You are lucky I didn’t send my husband to chase you. I understand that you are young, but I don’t want you to get hurt. If I was an older person, you probably would have given me a heart attack. I’m upset because you gave my dog a seizure, and my husband is tending to her right now.”
We replied in sync, “ We’re sorry, we won’t do it again.”
She said that she would get us, and she did. We learned that ding dong ditching is bad because it bothers people, even though it is fun because I get to hang out with my friends. The one thing my dad said is, “If you guys decide to go ding dong ditching again, don’t do it on our street, and don’t get caught.”