I sat on my bed and thought about my crazy night. I remembered the basement, the trophies, the park, the slide, my ribs.
I felt down at my ribs and felt a sharp pain. That wasn't all a dream, then.
How depressing. I couldn't even do the monkey bars without hurting myself.
I suddenly remembered the pen. I reached into my pocket to find that the pen was gone. It must have fallen out of my pocket when I was running away earlier.
I guess that woman would have to live without her pen, then.
I continued to think about everything that had happened. My graffiti, the scratches, Noah.
There was a knock at the door.
"Leave me alone." I yelled.
I wasn't in the mood for grandma to scream at me for being with Noah, sneaking out, getting cuts all over my body. The police could do that. Grandma had surely overreacted, and hopefully she would forget about it soon.
The knocks subsided. She actually listened. I was shocked but relieved.
I laid my head down. My name was Aurora. Aurora means new beginning. Tomorrow, I would begin anew.
As long as I wasn't locked up in some cell on an island far, far away.
I closed my eyes and drifted into a restless sleep.
Goodnight world.
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Ce n'est pas une pipe: A TFIOS fan fiction
FanfictionHazel and Augustus had a child, but Hazel soon after passed away. Her child, Aurora, named after a new beginning, didn't know how her mother or father died. Her Grandma and Grandpa always seem to change the topic. She only knows that she has always...
