Wario
My brother and I were wandering through our neighborhood looking for Wario. He swore that he knew where Wario lived- a fancy house up the street with the lights off. He said that he had broken a window before with a Wario plushie, and Wario had come out to greet him. We set off several houses down to the proclaimed house in the dark of night, with no Wario plushie on us. At first, it seemed like no one was home. My brother grabbed an axe and swung it, destroying the same window he had before. Cheap ass glass.
I turned, peeking at a different angle into the house, without considering my manners, and saw a light on in the kitchen, and a figure moving about. It paced, almost angrily, to the front door and opened it. It was my English teacher.
She had no regard for the broken window, instead she asked how a five-foot-tall kid swung that heavy axe. I mean really, he's a stick.
Then her eyes widened "How did you find me?" I tried to tell her that I lived down the road and that we were looking for W-
"How did you find me?" She kept asking.
