As we lay there in the baseball feild, gazing up at the stars, the big old grandfather clock struck 12. " I gotta go!!" I said as I got up and staarted to run. "we should do this again sometimes? yes?" As i ran down my street i could still hear the clock chims. Two more chimes and i had to be home. I pikced up my speed and ran as fast as i could to my front porch into my house. I made it in just as the clock had its 12th chime. When i walked inside i was all out of breath. As I pant for air to get in my lungs, my dad asks, "Why are you just getting in?" "Its 12. You said no later than 12. Im here, its 12. goodnight."