Rustle rustle…

“Shut up!” I whispered to my partner in crime. “Now, where’s the camera?”

“Sorry,” Wilma apologised softly as she handed me the Leika. “Just be careful, its my dad’s, and its really good quality.”

“Of course I will be. You know I’m sensible. Now lift me up so I can see into his bedroom,” I instructed, and Wilma hoisted me from the bushes to the lowest tree branch. Then, I began to climb, receiving the occasional scratch from twigs and sharp branches.

“Are you coming?” I asked, approaching the tallest branch that could support me.

“Um… I think I’ll stay here, on lookout.”

Now sitting hunched in the tree, I positioned myself so as to get the best view of Tom’s bed. Then I brought the camera lens to my eyes.

“He’s not there… Lucky, he has a double bed… And a make up table? Wilma, you have to see this! Wait – there are two people in the bed! Who d’you think he’s with? It’s probably that-”

“That’s my parents room,” a voice from the base of the tree informs me. Tom’s voice. Oh crap.