getting in

well it is not easy to get into a secret place when it is pitch dark, deadly creatures, and a mother and daughter that keeps talking.
Me: Mom! give me the flashlight!
Mom: You really want to die?!
she knew i didn't want to die. i want to live my life and live it.
Me: Well if you don't give me the flashlight, we're going to die very soon.
Mom: Ha ha ha, very funny. just hold ny hand. i know the way
i haven't held my moms hand since i became a big girl . . . WAIT A MINUTE THERE!
Me: how do you know the way down here? do you come here when i fail a test?
Mom: i came here when the Disaster of 1997 happened.
Me: i was one then , wasn't i? i was there.
Mom: why do you think you have that black spot on your back?
Me: i love you Snowball. I LOVE YOU!
Mom: Shut up!
i actually did shut up because she used her angry voice. you know the voice when some one is actually serious. i think that she's really scared. i held her hand and she took me through the dark tunnel of hope
(i made this up because we need it). i held Snowball in my other arm but she's a pretty heavy puppy that has a bunch of tangled fur. cross your fingers we make it.
the girl that knows things