Narah's+Snapshot+Memory

__ The Young-aged Secret Spies __ As my art teacher lightly stepped out of my house, I nudged Rachel, who also took the private lessons. My whole body filled with excitement. “Hurry! Let’s go //now//!” I exclaimed, eyes pointing towards the door. Rachel just answered by running to the door, and opening it. I hurried after her. We could still see her, walking calmly, but hurrying. I whispered to Rachel and told her to wait until she was out of sight. We watched the teacher, silently and professionally, like spies, until she vanished around the corner. We didn’t need communication-we just hurried after our beloved art teacher. The secret spies hid behind thing after thing until there was not much more to hide behind. Without thinking, we hid behind the traffic light pole. Suddenly, our suspect turned around. We both knew our art teacher just __knew__ something was going on, because we always follow her, or at least //try// to follow her home when she comes over to teach us art. “Narah! Rachel! Come out!” she said. “I know you’re there! I can see you guys!!” “What’d she say?!” Rachel asked in confusion. I quickly translated it into English. Our art teacher quickly ordered us to go back home. She said it was dangerous, but she laughed at the sight. “OK,” we chorused, not meaning it __at all__. As she walked on, we quickly followed her across the crosswalk. Now, let me tell you, this was very dangerous. __Not__ because there were cars moving about, but there was no place to hide behind! So our teacher obviously saw us. We didn’t head back home until she bought us juice from 7-11 (Seven-eleven). As I remember that moment, I feel a twinkle in my heart. I have hope that I will revive the memory again.