My name is Anna. Tom and I walk along my street after school. My home is at the end, next to a big tree. My mother is at the shop, but Tom can wait with me.

We talk about a funny picture from our lesson. Soon, we reach the front door. It is closed and locked.

I put my hand in my bag and look for my key. I move my books and take out my water bottle. It is not there.

“Maybe it is in the small part at the front,” Tom says.

I look again. There is a pencil and an old bus ticket, but no key.

“Oh no,” I say. “How can we get in?”

“Let me help,” says Tom. “We can look together.”