Let us write about: the secret passageway.
Because Kat and I are convinced that's how all the spiders are getting into the house. And now the wasps have discovered it as well! This just will not do.
We creep down the dark alley, the smell of week-old garbage making my nostrils burn and my stomach roil. Will is leading the way, as usual, and Bruce is bringing up the rear, as usual. That leaves me in the middle with no chance to stop or turn back. It's like they plan it that way every time.
"You're sure this is the right way?" I whisper, hardly daring to open my mouth wide enough to allow the words through.
"Not a doubt in my mind," Will replies, not even bothering to look back.
I'm about to voice my doubts - this time more clearly and perhaps a little louder - when Will makes a sharp right turn and disappears. I skid to a halt, almost slipping on a particularly pungent pile of trash. Staring at where I last saw him, I can just make out a doorway.
"Come on, keep moving!" Bruce gives me a shove for further encouragement.
I do as I'm told, as always, but can't stop myself from thinking that I'd rather have been late for school than take this secret shortcut.