I am in my room, contemplating if I should just kill myself, or wait for this monthly illness to kill me. I am not sure, and I don't want to regret dying at 15, so instead I go out to the balcony, and climb down the tree.
Mom hates it when I do this, but I think it's fun. I think I know why mom hates it, because in many of the books I've read, people climb down trees to see there loves, but I am 15, living in a house 45 minutes from town, and no one talks to me anyway, no one besides Turtle.
Turtle. He is my best friend, and that is sad, but he is, because no one else in the world is willing to talk to me. I take that back, I have 2 best friends: books and Turtle.
I sit on the small wooden bench under the oak tree, I just climbed down. I take my sketch pad out of my pocket, and attempt to draw the view, so I can say I am not a total fraud.
After about 10 minutes of drawing, I look down, and all I see is chicken scratch, but I think chicken scratch looks better. I drop my body against the back of the wooden bench, only to have it tumble backwards, landing me flat on my back, with my feet by my head.
I hear laughter and try to sit up, but when I look around, I don't see anyone, not even Mom. Not that I'd expect her to be out here, she is usually in bed 10 minutes after dinner. I don't like to sleep. I usually just lay down on the grass, and look up at the stars, hoping something exciting will happen in my life, but instead, I am here attempting to count all the stars in the sky, until I fall asleep.
1..50...123...256..38-
Just like that, I was asleep-under the stars.
And Mom will most likely kill me in the morning.
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Before the Ever Green (BTEG #1) ✔️
General FictionAddilyn Ember is my name. I live in a small town, with my Mom who is hated by all, and I think I am dying, because I get sick once a month, and can't make it stop. I love books, and I am pretty good at tricking my mom, being as I do it each week. I...
