The Unexpected
Standing outside the doorway, there was not a sound to be heard. We had some trepidation as to what was to come as we all gathered in the hallway outside of her apartment. This would be the first time we ever attempted to break in through the door to complete a goal.
I was supposed to be in charge of the break-in but knew that there was much dissension among the ranks of followers.
“What if she was home? Would she hear us and call the police?” This was our greatest fear. The silence was broken by more whispers from the dissenters.
“We need to stop before it goes too far.”
“If she doesn’t expect a thing, this could put her over the edge when she finds out.”
Others began to join in with their opposing views.
“This will work. Our friendship might depend on it.”
“If she weren’t so stubborn, we wouldn’t need to do this.”
The time was now. I slowly pulled out the spare key that she had entrusted to me, slipped it into the lock, and turned the key. Pushing the door as quietly as I could, I tiptoed in, looked around, and felt that the coast was clear. We all started to move through the open door until we were all in the living room. We shut the door and locked it and then began our preparations. We placed all the decorations around the room. Found suitable places to hide, making sure all of the lights were out, and waited. It looked like this surprise party would be a success.
Time passed and we became a little anxious. What if she doesn’t show?
All of a sudden we heard footsteps in the hallway. Our eyes were unaccustomed to the dark as they were focussed on the door.
Then without warning the lights lit up unexpectedly and there was a loud “Surprise!” shouted from behind us, as out of the bedroom she came, scaring the daylights out of us.
It is for this reason alone that I hate surprise birthday parties. This was to be her surprise party, not mine.
