How To Save His Life

Run It Away

"Woke up in London yesterday, found myself in the city-"

I pressed the snooze button on my iPod and stuffed it back under my pillow. Burrowing my head into the pillow, I let out a small groan of laziness and furrowed my eyebrows.

"Five more minutes...." I mumbled into my pillow. Wake up. You told yourself you would run every day now that summer started. You have time now. No excuses. Even if you wake up to say hello to a murder scene under your covers. Stop procrastinating. Get your lazy a-

"Fine! Fine," I sat up in my bed and groggily rubbed my eyes with my fists. Hitting the bed gently with my fists, I nodded my head in agreement with my own conscience. "I'm up." I walked to the beat of the song on the brown wood floor to my bathroom, closing the door with a swing of my hip.

"Oh this is going to be a good life, this is going to be a good life, this could really be a good life, good life, I say ohhh!"

I brushed my teeth to the rhythm, using my toothbrush as a microphone, and moving my arms outward. I spit out the now bluish spit and gargled loudly.

I mumbled the rest of the song with my chin down, making my dark brown hair into a ponytail. The song ended as I changed into some aqua shorts with one pink stripe running down each side of the short and a matching short sleeved nylon under armor shirt.

The stream of sunlight lit the room up through the windows, setting a calm and peaceful sense of feeling throughout the slightly painted pink room. The bed lit up as well, showing its now dull turquoise and brown striped covers. The brown wooden nightstand stood at the right side of the bed with a light beige drooping flower shaped light on top of it, making the wooden color a bit lighter than usual.

Grabbing my iPod, and stuffing in my earphones in my ears, I jogged out of my room, ready to go for a run.

My shoes squeaked from every step I took, shuffling my feet slightly to the sides while on my tippy toes, and snapping my fingers to the beat of "Sexy back".

Bobbing my head back and forwards to the beat, I placed my hand on the doorknob and opened the door.

"Where do you think you're going?"

I flinched and turned around slowly, smiled sheepishly and pointed outside with a hooked thumb.

"Uhh..." I stammered, darting my eyes to the sides. "Out....to go....for a run...?" I laughed awkwardly, my voice going a higher octave.

My mom crossed her arms and shifted her weight to her right hip. She drummed her fingers on her arm, squinting at me as if trying to figure out if I was being truthful.

Before I could muster up even a word and say that I was going out for a run with a more confident tone, my mom raised her right hand up, pointer finger held up, and smiled brightly.

"Wait just a few more minutes honey! We're going with you!"

I dropped my arms in a protest manner. "Mom!"

She left the kitchen in a hurry and walked into my brother's room.

"Ugh!" I slammed the door shut with one push of my hand and fell onto my couch with my arms crossed and a pout smack on my face. I wanted to run by myself. I knew that on the inside my mom didn't want to run. She never really did run, she just walked around the park while my brother just rode around in circles with his bike. The only reason she tagged along was because she didn't want me to be alone. Always complaining on how I'm too young to be out there in the open, how its too far, and how dangerous it is. The park was a block away. Far my a-

"Why?!!!"

I groaned at the sound of my brother's whining voice. He'd rather stay asleep and play video games all day long. I didn't blame him, he was being forced to tag along, because he wasn't allowed to stay home alone either. And now they're going to take an even longer time to get ready. The arguing and yelling isn't going to speed this up at all.