Personal Narrative: A Short Story

Back in middle school, we were caught doing things we shouldn't almost on a daily basis. One of my favorite things was to go out and Ding, Dong, Ditch houses in the neighborhood. So we all gathered at Andrew's house. Once everyone got there,
Andrew said "Mom, we are going to play frisbee with some friends we will be back tonight." This was always our excuse, and it worked every time. So we headed out across the neighborhood. When we got to the last street we started Simultaneously hitting houses, then we sprinted back, stride after stride as fast as we could, our leg muscles fatigued. Soon after we had hit all the houses on that side of the neighborhood, we headed back over to his street. After we took turns on each house,
Andrew said "Trey, hit this one last house then sprint back over to my house."
I then proceeded to the steps. After I rang the doorbell, I was running full

I felt like I had been hit by a train. My whole body ached, and I was scraped up pretty badly. I looked down at my hands and they were purple from the impact. However, it was my wrist that had very little movement and it looked like a baseball. This made for a night of awful sleep. My whole arm was throbbing and numb, I was so sore that it hurt to walk.The house was silent, everyone asleep, I stared up at the ceiling, reflecting on everything that had happened that night. Early the next morning after everyone was up, we went back out to the neighbors yard to see exactly what it was that I tripped over. It wasn't too hard to find. It was a small black garden fence, which would be completely invisible in the dark. The part of the fence I tripped over was pulled up out of the dirt with the wires stretched from where my shoe had gone through. We tried to fix their fence as best we could so nothing would look out of the ordinary. After it was back in the