Busted

I was stuck at home all by myself. It was Halloween night, but Mom had said 
that I was too old for trick-or-treating. My mom was with my little brother 
Michael was trick-or-treating. My dad was with his friends at a Halloween 
party. My older brother Matt was at a friends house watching a scary movie. 
My twin brother Maddox was at a friends house playing fugitive. So I was 
home alone. I looked at my phone. I had a text from my best friend, Jenna. 
It said, "Wish your mom would have let you come Megan! You're miss'n out!" 
And it had a billion sad face emojis and a selfie of Jenna and all of my other 
friends at a house holding king sized candy bars. It had already been an hour
and I was just lying on my bed doing nothing. I wish I was out there with them!  
I thought. Then I had an idea.I texted Jenna.

Megan: hey were you

Jenna: Baker Street. Why???

Megan: meet me on maple st

Jenna: What? Why?

Megan: im really bored.......want to do something

Jenna: If I don't get in trouble with your mom. :)

Megan: you won't

Jenna: Fine. When?

Megan: now
  
As you can see she really likes trying to type full sentences and loves 
grammar. I don't. I shut off my phone, got off my bed, and went to go put 
on my tennis shoes. I left the house and headed towards Maple Street. 
Just as I got to Maple Street I saw my mom and my little brother Michael 
walking right towards me. Uh-o I thought. I dove into the rose bush right 
before they looked my way. Right when they turned the corner I tried to 
get out of the rose bush but I was stuck. Every time I moved I got scratches
all over myself. Just then, Jenna and all of my other friends came around 
the corner. "Where's Megan?" said Jenna. "Over here!" I yelled. They all 
came over and helped me out of the bush. I explained what had happened. 
"We just passed your mom," said Jenna. "She said she was going home 
with Michael."  "Crap!" I said. I started running home. I knew a short cut 
home, that was a lot more shorter than the way my mom always took. I ran
up the path and through the front door. I checked my pocket for my phone. 
It wasn't there. "Ah frick." I ran back to Maple street. I saw my phone in the 
rosebush were I jumped in. I picked it up and sprinted home. About halfway
there I tripped and fell. I scraped my knee really bad and twisted my ankle. 
I ran/limped the rest of the way home. When I got inside my mom was in the kitchen. 

Busted.