It had been fifteen minutes since I got to the basement, sitting on the hard concrete steps. Luckily for me, there was wind blowing from the small ventilation window up across the wall, enough to feel cool in a peek summer afternoon. It was 4:30pm, and I needed to pass two more hours in this crappy place, no jokes. Cap pulled over enough to hide my eyes and a mask underneath I sat; bored but cautious. Every sound I heard, every voice that made its way to my ears, the smallest of details were being taken into consideration. If I was found here, I was SO dead. The reason was pretty funny if you ask me. I wanted to avoid a few people.
At any cost, provided the fact that I was here just a flight of steps above the basement where a bunch of shady half drunk perverts were seemingly having an argument. I wasn't especially safe but not in danger either. My back was practically breaking from the uncomfortable position I was in but there wasn't much of an other choice. This was the only one place where I was certain that the people I wanted to avoid would possibly not arrive. Any other floor, any other step and the classroom of course was a big no.
Occasionally, I carefully stole glances behind my back, just a few steps above which I was sitting where the elevators opened and the main back entrance corridors joined. Of course, one would say this was a stupid decision as if anyone were to recognize me I was done for. However all of this was planned. Simply outrunning everyone in terms of my little game which I was quite proud of, I'd say.
Time moves slow when you do something you don't like, and it's quite true in most of the cases. I looked at my smartwatch flashing '5:11 pm' and let out a sigh, narrowing my eyes to their max without turning my head almost immediately. There was someone behind me in the distance. Sitting. A man in his 50s probably in a faded dark brown shirt and a huge black bag pulled over his right shoulder. Simultaneously, my ears shifted focus to the flight of stairs below me where the sound of keys and rattling chains of a bag were identified by . But being born in a strict brown household has its pros and cons, parents raising a two faced psychopath unknowingly who seemingly knows just how to outwit them. One of them being me it took less than a second to determine that the person down there was not a problem to me. Silently typing on my phone I was considering a hundred possibilities of how to get out of here after two hours. It seemed simple but it was not. One of the people I wanted to avoid would be entering the building from the basement around that time and I could not risk it with him meeting either me or my dad who was going to pick me up. I HAD to think of a brilliant idea. Inspite of knowing what I was upto would work,
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared for this was no simple feat. One mistake would be the end. It was 5:30 now. Half of me was happy of having just an hour to spend while the other half was terrified. There wasn't chance my parents would know I was down here instead of being in class because if they did, I would already have recieved a bunch of missed calls. It had crossed my mind and I'd even planned it all out- what convincing answers I'd give if I was asked on the spot. My phone was at 39% and won't last long, this second device was a pretty old model and would run out soon enough, considering I'd been typing on it for such a long time. Every second was passing slowly and I was running out of ideas. The generator in the distance suddenly stopped, making it easy for the voices in the distance to be heard. I was sure my spine was already dislocated at this point. '5:40...C'mon just a little bit more it's almost six.' I stretched my back a little; a subtle attempt to reduce the pain and boredom. Seriously what the fuck was I supposed to do? I couldn't draw in such a small space, nor could I listen to music because It was necessary to be alert. I kept hearing my classmates come downstairs and go out of the building to get snacks mid class-it shouldn't be allowed but it was. Another half an hour and my phone would die or either stoop to 5-10%. Suddenly, the lights in the entire corridor turned on taking me by surprise . I almost dropped the phone and sat there dead silent for a few seconds. And right then, someone walked up past me as my eyes widned. I couldn't get a good look because I was distracted and just managed to look at his sandals as he went upstairs. 'Fuck what that him????' It was possible. The time was '5:52', and he could have arrived early. I really had managed to spend almost an hour and half...not like I hadn't estimated it...yet it seemed kind of hard in the start. My fingers were crossed for now hoping the last thirty minutes would be peaceful, without any hindrance. The memory of me bunking the class once and trotting to the top floor almost getting caught came to my mind and i giggled a little. I was sure I'd learned my lesson back then yet here I was in a different place doing the same thing...except it was for a reason even if that made me equally guilty. While I was busy rejoicing, I felt my phone vibrate in my bag. Shit.....was that a call from home? Had they got to know? There was NO way they could I'd taken care of everything ....and I was right. 'ugh fuck it.' just another one of those scam texts. Had me hanging on the cliff for a second. '6:07 LET'S GO' I was so close. I looked through my phone as read my old work for the next few minutes to pass the time. My soared at my success. It was 6:20pm. Things can go wrong under seconds but not this one. I got this.
Here I am now at 6:24, ending my little journey as I stand up to leave. I'll see you next time! 🤗
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