This happened again.

The difference here is that I wasn't alone. Me and my stepsister were returning back home from a long and tirring day from school. It was all okay until we reached the door and she told me to remove the key from my bag. I searched and searched and I didn't find it. It hit me like a brick - I forgot the house key, again.

Once again.

Slapping my forehead, I quietly told my stepsister that I've forgot it - which of course, lead everything to calling her mother (and my stepmother) on the phone. Unfortunately, she told us to go in the neighbour's house, but since my sister and I don't talk with our neighbours' daughter, we decided to try to find a way in.

I mean, there is no way in, right? How on Earth are we supposed to get inside a locked house? Yet, my stepsister just decided to search for a way in, so I was like "There is no way in" all the time (cursing her adventorous personallity). We went at the back door that was like semi-closed. She tried sneaking her hand in and pulling down the lock but it didn't work. She searched for a branch in the backyard and when she found it (since when do we even have pieces of branches there?) she tried doing the same thing with her hand, only this time - using a branch because "The branch is thicker and it will easily open the door" according to her. In the end, after 10 minutes of trying over and over again, the branch was stuck inside the house and we were left outside.

Me and my stepsister are the craziest familly members - may I add...

Sighing, my stepsister looked to her left and saw a small hole that led to the medium garage we have inside the house on the first floor. Like always, another idea sparkled and she ran to the fourangle hole that was covered with tons of wires. My father said that one day (God knows when) he will cover that hole. My stepsister removed the set of wires and since she's tiny - she managed to get inside. I prayed quietly outside that the door in the garage that takes to the first floor of the house is unlocked.

Unfortunately once again, it wasn't.

Rummaging through the garage, she found a ladder as a new idea sparkled again in her eyes again. We have a window on the back of the house - but the window is even smaller than that hole in the wall that led to the garage. Yet, the window is really high but it's good that it's always left open. After successfully removing the ladder, we went behind the house and my sister tried climbing it as I held it steadily. 

To our bad luck, the ladder was too short. But, my stepsister never loses hope. We took the coffee table we have outside and put the ladder on top of it. It wasn't steady, I noticed, and I warned my stepsister to be carefull. After seeing that she might hurt herself, I told her to stop and gave in this whole thing. "Let's just go at a friends' house." I told her.

You can guess that she didn't agree.

A lady in her 70's saw us. We explained what happened and she said she would offer us her ladder that was bigger but it was at her husband's friend. Being kind, she wanted to help us. She climbed a few rows on the ladder we have and told my sister to step on her shoulders. Doing as she was told, my sister somehow entered the little window with her feet first - casually sliding inside and stepping on the toilet bowl. 

That moment, I felt like laughing. I thanked the lady for many times. 

My sister appeared again, she unlocked the door from inside. Giddy and happy - we got outside and began laughing like crazy. I couldn't explain how I was feeling then. "I know how James Bond feels like." She said in the end.

It was a fun day.

We didn't forget to throw out that branch on the first floor, though.