Chapter 90 Story 38-Stacy, My Bestfriend

• When I came home to find an empty house, I was a little lost. There I was, nineteen years old, ready to enjoy my vacation to the fullest, and all my keys were locked inside the house, and I had no way to get in.
• It looked like this break was gonna be a complete flop. Luckily, it looked as though my next- door neighbors were still home, so I grabbed my bags and walked to their front door.
• As I rang the bell, I began to hope that Stacy's parents would be home. My anxiety disappeared as the door began to open before I even got there.