Michelle eventually, after a long look, found the front door and smirked slightly. She rang the door bell and started picking out leaves and twigs from her hair. Her aunt opened the door with an angry glare, her hands on her hips. Michelle grinned sheepishly. "Is this the Donovan residence?" Michelle asked. Becky's eyebrows furrowed in a confused expression. "No..." Michelle smirked. "Oh! Then I'll be on my way! Thanks!" Before Becky could react, Michelle turned and jogged away, not going anywhere in specific. Becky groaned. "Not again! Michelle! Come back here!" Michelle giggled softly as she jogged on the bike lane. She was slow, but her aunt couldn't possibly run in heels, right? Wrong. Her aunt was running full-blown at her. Michelle's eyes widened and she tried to run faster, but Becky grabbed her shirt and stopped her. "You never learn do you! I wore heels to my cross country meet! Don't mess with me!" Becky started dragging Michelle by her shirt, Michelle smiling slightly. "Oh, come on Aunt Becky! It was just a bit of fun!" Becky was about to reply, but she stopped herself and sighed. "Yeah, but not in the middle of the night okay?" Her voice sounded very soft and concerned. Michelle, not wanting to hurt her feelings, just said "sure." Instead of 'hey, what happened to your shrilly voice?'.