High Tides

Chapter One: Felicity

Chapter One: Felicity

There are some things you only tell your parents. There are some things you only tell your friends, etc. I sighed walking home at 12:00 PM wondering who to tell how my crazy night went at the Grand Nugget. Definitely not my parents. I don't have any friends currently....Anyways, usually a 16 year old doesn't go out that late. But give me a break. I used to not go out at all. Like ever.

I live in a giant ranch with two other people: my mom and my dad. They're the type of over-protective parents who will not leave you to go outside. I am a good liar (I don't know how) so I am seen as a good child who stays inside and does her work. I really don't speak to them, though. My mother is the one who tends to the crops and my father goes out to town and sells the crops. I go to my room and "learn" from books my father gives me. A new set every year. When I go to college (if I do) I hope to be as far away from them as possible. I'll buy a little house and a red coffee mug. I love red coffee mugs. My grandmother had one back when she used to live with us. I remember when she died in her grave that little red mug was at her side. If she was still alive, she probably would have been the only person in the house I actually liked.

Now, back to me getting home. I scrambled through the watermelon patch, looking all around to see if dad was out. I looked up to the window of my castle and the way the vines blanketed the wall going up to my bedroom window. I climbed up slowly, my light weight not pulling the thick vines too much and adrenaline filled and overflowed my bloodstream. Once I opened my window and got into my bed, I was right one time as my mother stepped in to see me, exhausted under the covers. She stood there for a minute or two before shutting the hall light off and going downstairs. I sighed in relief, getting out of bed and turning my desk lamp on.

Taking my heavy backpack off of my back, I sat cross-legged on the floor, dumping the insides of my backpack on the floor noisily. No one had worse hearing than my parents, so I didn't worry too much about those two.

I got:

-one grappling hook 

-two mini peach pies 

-some rope

-5 pens & 2 pencils 

-a bag of popcorn

-paper

- jars of pickles (I love them, so so much.)

-2 sisscors and 8 knives

All with my allowance money from drunk gypsies at the fair. They don't read numbers on money well, especially when they're not sober. I want to go tomorrow, but I'm afraid they might be there. I need a new cover-up. I dressed goth last time, so I should probably do-

Wait. The paper. There's a party at a club tomorrow! I can't wait. I need to sign up, though.

The last time I joined a club things went very bad after being the scapegoat in last summer's theft scandal. Ten thousand was lost to the thief. Most said I had helped just because of the one time I had accidentally taken five. Well, maybe people have forgotten about it. I haven't taken a liking to dancing after that, as it made me sick I was betrayed so fast... The people at that club weren't my friends. Maybe I shouldn't....

No. I'm going to join. It's been long and the head of staff even said she didn't take anything personally. I'll join and see what happens; maybe things have gotten better.

That night I slept, nightmares and loud creeks in the floors trapping me in my room and I couldn't awake from sleep. I felt as if I was drowning, and once I opened my eyes the early morning sunlight shone in my eyes. I rolled over, pulling covers up. I was going to sign up today. I pulled on some clothes and headed out from my window.