Owning a new house is fun.

Scene 1
Setting: Sara's house, 11pm, Monday, bathroom
(Lights flicker off and on in house. Music from computer turns off and then back on. Sara gets panic stricken, "Who told me it was smart to buy a house by myself?" look.)

-Sara calls mom on cell phone: "Mom. The lights just flicked on and off. I'm afraid someone is in my house."
-Mom: "Sara. You've been home all night. It's ok."
-Sara: "But what if they're just trying to scare me now?"
-Mom: "Well, go check in the basement."
-Sara: "NO! It's scary in the basement!"
-Mom: "No one is in your house. But you'll feel better if you go check."
-Sara: (Whine) "Okaaaay. But I'm taking a butcher knife with me."

(Sara grabs large butcher knife, knowing that if someone is actually down there she'll be far too disgusted to do anything other than throw it at the perpetrator. Sara checks basement and finds nothing. Sara puts flashlight next to her bed in her black sock drawer (found directly to the left of the white sock drawer) and decides against sleeping with the butcher knife under her pillow. She sleeps like crap. Maybe someone was hiding in the dryer or something...)


Scene 2
Setting: Sara's house, in the car, driveway, 7:45am, Wednesday

(Car is parked further to the left than usual, since friends were over last night. She begins backing out to go to school and is sorting through her cd's in the window visor pocket holder. Sara feels car slam into something.)

Sara: "CRAP! What was that?!"

(Sara has backed into her house. She jumps out of the car, sees no damage to the car, a slight to medium dent in the corner of the house siding. Sara looks around to see if the neighbor's lights are on. Convinced that no one saw, she jumps back into her car and drives to work, pretending that she is not completely idiotic for running into her own house with her own car.)

END SCENES.