It was the wrong house. I sighed as I left the old woman's driveway. I of all people had to memorize my friend's complicated neighborhood to get around. We were going to have a sleepover. She was a good friend and all, but it would be easier if she knew her own address.
I had started at 11:00 knowing it would take till 5:00 to get the right house. I pulled a grape from the bag in my basket. I needed refreshments. I biked up a steep hill to get a better view of my surroundings. From there I could see the road, my neighborhood, and a deer bounding at the edges of the woods.
I shielded my eyes from the sun. There! It was my friend's house, tucked away at the edge of the neighborhood. Taking another grape from the basket, I sighed with impatience. My friend Amber's house was four blocks away! I peddled down the hill, enjoying the wind in my face. I crossed two roads, and shortcutted through one backyard. As I biked into the driveway Amber came out. "Hi, Olivia!"