When we were young, my sister and I used to share a room. And almost every night when everyone's asleep I would sneak in my parents' room. I would quietly crawl out of bed then I'll do my ninja moves once I touched the floor. When I finally reached their door, I would open it with all my might while summoning all the silence of the night so the door won't make its famous creaking sound. I'm inside now but the battle's just about to begin. I would crawl like a pro military-slash-ninja, and whenever my mama would make a move (she's a shallow sleeper, waking up when she sense something or when she's being called by nature, which is often! Critical moments, sheesh.) I would stop wherever I am. Then after seconds of heart breaking silence, I would continue my long journey until I reach my fortress, a little space at the end of the bed just about my size. When I finally reached my fortress, something went wrong. There's a pair of tiny feet! I touched it to make sure that my eyes were not playing on me then my little brother made a shhh-ish sound and made the most silent shoo sound loud enough for me to hear. My mission failed! Someone made a vigilant plan than I am! And why does he have to sneak now of all time? I failed but I won't let this little whippet get his prize, a cozy place beside my parents'. I tried to over power him by pulling him down, we were too busy winning our own war that we haven't noticed that the lights were on. Mama and papa demanded us to go back in our respective rooms and they are tired that every night an intruder crawls in their bed. So in the end they locked the door. And that's the end of my ninja life.
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