Tara constantly snuck out her window. She hated being cooped in that house with just her grandma. Even though it was on the third floor, the vines all over the house made it easy to climb down. One day she was half way out the window and her door began to open. She froze for half a second, just staring from the edge of her wondow sill, and the burst into moyion! All she sawwere flashes of green on the vines she was flying down. She knew that her grandma was thundering though the house to get to her. She had climbed almost two and a half stories of vines and was close to the ground. The second before her heart had been racing from fear now it was racing with exitment. Tara hit the ground running as fast as she could away from that dust bunny of a house. Then she thought about her window, she had left it open. That just made her feel more defiant, she could imagine her curtains blowing and all the sunlight flowing in.She thought, she was free and so was her window.