Good Girls Gone Bad- Luke Brooks <3

Chapter 9

I woke up a few hours later still laying on the ground. The sky was getting brighter and I could hear nothing but silence. In that very moment I believe that I felt calm and at peace but that feeling quickly vanished when I remembered why I was here in the first place. I sighed deeply and got up slower than I have ever done before. I plugged my earphones in and started walking my destination towards my house. At this time I am pretty sure that my mom has given up and went to bed. She probably knows me well enough that I am okay but I am simply ignoring her. And if that's not the case well I'm sure that with all this time waiting for me to come back that she fell asleep anyway. 

My plan is to go in and out as quickly as possible and I will just have to deal with this later. It's too early anyway for this kind of thing. Several songs later I am walking down my road and I am hoping that my mother will not see me enter the house. Because of that thought in mind, I will probably have to sneak up the window from the bathroom downstairs. That way I will not make any noise coming from the front door and if my mother has decided to wait for me on the couch, as she does when she is worried, she will not see me and I will get to quietly sneak up the stairs towards my room. After given it some thought I am satisfied with my plan and decided to go along with it. I begin to walk faster as I spot the bathroom window which is on the side of the house. We always leave the window slightly open because it tends to get pretty hot in the house at times. As quietly as I can I pull up the window and crawl my way in the bathroom. My shoes come in contact with the bathroom floor and makes a slight noise. I look around and wait a few seconds before walking towards the door. In that moment I am very thankful that the bathroom door was closed. I open the door slightly and try to see if I could spot anyone at home. I open the door wider and walk towards the stairs. As I am about to walk up the first step I notice my mother sleeping on the couch. I take that sudden image as a sign to go upstairs as quickly and quietly as I can at the same time. Which is not a very easy task by the way. 

I make it without all the way upstairs without any noise waking my mother and I feel quite successful. I quickly guide myself to my room and get ready for school. When I am ready I go down the way I got up the stairs and keep a close eye on my mother that is still sleeping on the couch. I felt bad slightly knowing that I was the reason she was there all night. I grab something to eat in the kitchen and immediately leave without being noticed. I didn't feel like going out the window was still necessary and walked out the front door. I checked my phone and saw that it was already a little past 6 o'clock. I usually walked to school much later than this but I decided I might as well start heading up there anyway. I took a bite from my apple and started walking.

It was very strange looking at the school this early in the morning. No one was there and it just had a calm look to it, which is totally different from the usual crowded place we have in mind. I sat down at a picnic table not too far from the school's entrance and started eating a few snacks I have put in my bad before leaving my house. I realized how tired I still was and the thought of having to return home after school increased my exhaustion immensely. After a while I spotted Eliza walking towards me. I saw her wave at me and I reciprocated her movement along with a casual smile. I pushed my thoughts away and tried to be my usual self. If I can at least pretend that everything is alright it wouldn't be as bad right? I was probably wrong but I thought it unnecessary to involve my friends in my life's complications.

I think Eliza bought my very cheery attitude and didn't mention last night at all which I felt thankful for. Same thing when the boys arrived and it made me think that maybe I was doing a very good job at pushing my feelings away that they didn't feel the need to look at me in a piteous way and to ask me if I was okay. Or maybe they thought it best to leave it alone and figured that I was just having a bad day. Either way, I felt relieved. Although, that feeling soon left and was replaced with worry. 

When the first bell rang I tried to dissipate my worries by thinking to myself: I only have to get through today and everything will be alright. If I get through today, I can get through any day. Although, I hoped it would clear my troubled mind, those words only  comforted me slightly.