Before I Count To Three (Cellphone Novel) [HIATUS]

Chapter 3

As I slide the glass door to the side, the hinges squeal like a thousand mice.

And shut with a tap like a drop of water in a pond. A deep, dark pond.

I set my school bag on the counter and settle down next to it. 

Tucking my skirt underneath me, perching like a bird upon a branch. 

My eyes scan the opposite wall of the tiny booth.

Pieces of paper scrawled with numbers of various public places, things, people.

Taxi. My eyes stop at that word.

I need to take the taxi. Home.