“Finally!” shouted Ferris as he walked through the door.  He had just gotten home from school. It was his first week back in school and it felt like it would never end but at last, it was Friday.  Kicking off his shoes he practically trips over the rug in the living room that leads to the stairs. Dashes down the upstairs hallway and makes a grand entrance into his bedroom.    Using all of the strength that he has, he swings his book bag onto his bed.  Thump! That was his favorite sound. The sound of the end of the day, when his worries and homework hit his bed and he could leave them there until Sunday night.  As he sits on his bed he realizes that there is nothing interesting to do. His room is clean and all of his other chores are done.

There is never a dull moment for Ferris.  He avoided boredom like it was the flu. So he does one of his favorite things.  Skips over to the tall wooden chest of drawers that sits catty-corners against his sky blue wall and pulls open the second drawer.  He digs and digs until a pair of white crew socks touch his fingers. After he finds them, he slips them on his feet.  Right then left. He races down the hall slipping and sliding across the newly polished hardwood.  Ferris could see his reflection as he surfed by his mom's favorite set of new China. His parents warned him not to do this, but no one was home other than his little sister Avery, who stays in her room and listens to the Beatles on replay with their dog Scout.  His mom is always afraid he is going to run into the vase that her great great grandfather gave her mom, that her mom gave to her.

He knows that she would be very upset if this broke but, no one is in the house to tell him no right now.  He surfs on the winding stair rail, does a front flip and lands on his feet. The lack of friction does not cause a lack of his confidence. Zipping and zooming past glass statues and priceless artwork, he relies on his cat-like reflexes to dodge all of these breakable objects. Bang! Everything stopped.  Ferris halted to a stop. Looking around, he examined his hands, arms, and legs to see if he was scratched.  Looking around the room he doesn’t notice anything missing. Until finally it hit him. The vase that his mom cared about so much, had shattered into a thousand pieces on the floor!  Panic took over his mind. His mom’s heart would be broken if she found out. Then he would get into more trouble because he was sliding through the house with his socks on.  “Think quick, think quick”, he told himself over and over again.

Then suddenly, he got the best idea he ever came up with.  Grabs the pieces of the shattered vase and puts them into a pile, runs to the laundry room to find a shoe box.  When he finally finds one he runs back into the living room where the pieces of the vase sit in a pile. Carefully Ferris picks up the pieces and places them in the shoe box, once he is sure that the pieces are all picked up he takes them to the backyard.  By now it is 4:15, his mom typically gets home at 4:30. As he hides the box behind a tree hundreds of questions are racing through his mind.  “How did this happen? What am I going to do if my mom finds out? What is she going to do if she finds out?”.  Once the box is hind securely he runs back to the house to change his clothes and wash his hand. As soon as he is home he hears a knock on his door.

“Hey Ferris, I’m home, how was your day?” his mom asked.  “Pretty good, nothing really happened though,” he says. “Okay well I am going to lay down in the living room, just let me know if you need anything,” she said.  As he heard her footsteps leave his door, the panic in his heart settled to a small sense of worry. Mostly he felt guilty that he broke the vase, but not guilty enough to admit to it.   Finally dinner time had rolled around and no one had mentioned the missing vase.  When he got downstairs it was only his mom sitting at the table. She looked a bit confused.  When he walked in the kitchen she said, ”Hey Ferris, do you know where my vase it, you know that one that was passed down to me by my grandma”. Ferris always knew it was better, to tell the truth, but this time he thought that he could hide it.

So he decided to say, “nope, I haven’t seen it, maybe someone moved it”.  She looked kind of curious so she said, “but who would do that, was someone in the house when you got home?” This was the perfect moment to get the attention off of him.  “I wasn’t going to mention it because I thought I was just imagining it but, I heard footsteps when I was in my room earlier, I thought it was Avery, but when I looked in her room she was just sitting on her phone.”  He didn’t know where that lie had come from, but now he had to stick with it. Maybe it’s so crazy it just might work.  “Oh my goodness, there was someone in the house! I need to call the police, what would have happened to you if you went downstairs!”, his mom said.  She was beginning to panic. She dashed to the phone to call 911. “Hello, I think that there was a break it at my house.