John closed the door behind him and walked down the stairs. The screen door squeaking back into place momentarily drown out the arguing in the house. He had better things to do, and he was going to be late if he didn't hurry. He took off in a burst of speed glancing only once to see if there were any cars. Crossing the road he darted through old man Gibson's driveway, through his yard and over his fence with the ease of an olympic athlete. In a moment he was gone but the arguing in the house didn't notice nor stop. Finish this Page>>