Brooklyn

I'm Leaving

I'm Leaving

My eyes fluttered open from my slumber. The clock read 10:47.

I pulled myself up from my bed, rubbing my sleepy eyes.

The dinner party ended three and a half hours ago, but it felt like an eternity. I was still in my ball gown with hair sticking out of my braid.

I heard the faint tapping of pebbles at my window.

"Brooklyn, oh, Brooklyn let down your hair!!!" Tanner shouted from the ground outside my window.

Tanner. Oh Tanner. He's been my BEST friend since he gave me half of his PBJ sandwich in second grade.

"Shut up!!!!" I whisper/shouted as I stumbled to the window. "You're going to wake everybody up!!!"

He tossed up a box out of no where. I jerked back when the box smashed me in the nose. "Owwww!" I whined, grabbing the box we usually use to stow away goodies for our late night picnics.

"I'll be down in a minute!!!" I called back.

I proceeded to pull off my gown and slippers and slip on some capris and a sweatshirt. I raked my fingers threw my brunette locks and examined myself in the mirror. If my dad knew I had moms old clothes from when she was a peasant.... He would probably ground me forever.

A rock hit my window, snapping me our of my daze.

I grabbed the box and slipped out my bedroom door. I crept through the corridor of my castle. I slid open the kitchen door, trying to avoid the candle lights that illuminated small patches of the hallway.

I threw a couple apples into the box, along with half a block of cheese, a few rice cakes, and two icey cold bottles of water. I grabbed a long loaf of warm bread, left over from the dinner party, and tossed it into the box, pulling the lid on in the process.

Once I got outside, I ran to the tree Tanner usually hides behind.

"Tanner?" I whispered, searching the bushes. "TANNER?" I called as a hand rested on my shoulder.

I spun on my heels, swinging my hand around to collide with Tanner's cheek. He spilled a bowl of fresh raspberries at my feet.

He winced, grasping his cheek in pain. I was amazed at how many people I'd slapped today.

"Sorry!" I replied, apologetically, through clenched teeth. He picked up the bowl and pushed me back playfully.

"It's okay, Brook." He laughed, pulling me in for a hug. I jammed the box into his gut.

"Here's your snack..." I trailed off, noticing zig-zagged lines across Tanners face from my slap. "Waffle face!"

He smirked in disbelief.

"Waffle face??? That's the best you can do?!"

He chuckled, pulling the bread out of the box. He ripped a peice off with his teeth like a shark.

"Yourf flame." He muttered, his mouth full of bread.

"Hey!" I complained, shoving him back again. "Save some for me!"

I grabbed the bread and yanked Tanner into the forest to find our usual picnic spot.

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We sat on top of a hill high above the castle, leaning against an old oak tree. The twinkling night stars shown onto the village below us. I bit down on the last peice of cheese.

Tanner sighed.

"What?"

He turned towards me in confusion. "Huh?"