The Silent Hallway

The hallway was silent, I tiptoed anyways. The floor boards started creaking halfway down. I stop. Listened, for anyone else awake; Nothing, dead silence. I reached the end of the hallway and shined my flashlight down the stairs; I walked fast, but carefully, trying not to make a sound. My bare feet hit the cool wooden floor sending a chill up my spine, causing my arm hair to go into defend mode. I walked to the front door to grab my shoes, and I realized they were upstairs. I decided to put on my new school shoes. Wondering into the kitchen, I started searching for the key to the motorcycle. I grabbed the garage opener, and the key, and headed outside.
I was still trying to be quite, making sure no one heard me outside. Sneaking out, while living in an old people neighborhood, isn’t all that easy. I pressed the button to open the garage. Slowly the door rose to the ceiling, and there she was. My dad’s Yamaha R1, it was my dads but he never drives it, and since summer started I’ve been taking it out every night.
After inserting the key into the ignition, I turned it to the “start” position. I checked to see if the bike was in neutral. It was, so gently rolled it out of the driveway on to the road. I took it down a few houses just to be sure my parents didn’t wake up. The sound of the motorcycle was music to my ears. Looking at the motorcycle I slipped on my helmet, and sat down.
Revved the engine a bit before I took off, I shifted into first gear, but let go of the clutch too fast, while accelerating. This caused the front tire to jump off the ground, but luckily I got control before anything bad happened. I made my way to the main road, I was at cruising speed, when I felt the urge to just take off.
Shifting down from fourth into second, I acceleration faster than ever, and shifted into third within 3 seconds. I accelerated faster and faster, until I was closing in on a intersection. I applied the brakes, but I was still going at 90 miles an hour. I was 50 feet from the four way intersection, when I realized I wasn’t breaking enough to stop at the light. The braked harder but it was too late. Right when I was at the lights I jammed the front wheel brake, and I flipped. After that all I remember is hearing tires screeching.
The next morning I was watching my own funeral.