"Shh," Miles whispered to me as he pulled open the door to his house. It had been four and a half hours since Miles and I had gotten out of his mother's car, and I had finally convinced him to go back home.
"Why?" I asked in a whisper, "It's only nine thirty."
"I don't want my mother coming down," Miles said back. I rolled my eyes, following Miles down the hallway to reach the staircase. Once we reached Macy's door we went into tiptoe, wanting to make it downstairs unfound.
Suddenly there were footsteps, and Miles gave a sigh as Macy's door swung open. Her face lit up with relief at the sight of her brother. She leaped at him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Ow, Macy, still in pain," Miles said softly, slightly hugging his sister back before pushing her off.
She sighed, "Mom told
