I lay on my bed trying to sleep, but my annoying neighbors were preventing me from doing so. I desperately wanted to join them, but knew of the consequences. I grabbed my book and started writing. My novel was not going well, as if anyone else would read it anyway. I enjoyed expressing myself, although I do not need nor want any criticism. I slowly got lost in my perfect little world. I didn't hear Mil come through the door. She sat down on the edge of my bed and smiled at me. I knew what that meant.
"What are you doing," Mil greeted me happily. I bit my lip and closed my laptop. I really didn't want to confess my own secret pleasure.
"Nothing," I replied. She looked at me curiously for a second before noticing the boys. She stood up and opened the window. The boys looked around for a second before opening the window. "Hey, Momma M.," they shouted. My eyes widened when I realized that they are close. "Don't call me that," she retorted back. "She's not that old," I added along smiling at my aunt. She closed my window and bid me goodnight. A few moments later, the music returned. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep.
--- an hour later
I slowly rolled off the bed and crawled down the hall checking to see if my aunt was asleep; she was. the temptation was too great to not. The music was still going so I was prepared to go and have some fun. I grabbed one of my dresses; a silver, sparkly one with sequins all over the front. I cracked open the window, gathering the attention of the boys across me. They open their eyes in surprise and cracked open the window. I climbed through and smiled. I was finally going to have some fun.
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I woke up with two condescending glares looking down at me. The first one I shook off; it's hard to look condescending in your pajamas, so my new neighbor definitely didn't scare me. Although it's quite hard for a lady with rainbow hair to look intimidating my aunt did, and I was ready to run for the hills.
"What was the one thing I asked you to do," she screamed at me. I could tell the question was rhetorical, but when people yell at me I become a sarcastic bitch.
"Umm, Drink," I said with an edge of duh in my voice. She raised her hand in anger. I crossed my arms and gave her a look. "What are you gonna do," I taunted, "ground me?" I laughed throwing my head back. I was not to be crossed with, no matter who was in charge of whom. "Yes, I am," she said with her head held high, "I don't know who you think you are, but take that attitude and throw it outside a window and if I ever see it again...," we were interrupted by our neighbors son, I never got his name. "Get a house, not a room, a house specifically yours," I took that chance to jump through my window and duck and roll on my bed.
My aunt grounded me from all electronics and from the rest of the house. You heard me, the house, and she dead-bolted my window so there was no escaping her wrath. I rolled my eyes and spotted a few cans of paint. I smiled. I knew what I was doing today.
I switched into a ratty pair of shorts and an old t-shirt. I moved my furniture around and then heard a faint yell from my aunt. "What are you doing up there?" I ignore her and continued.
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I wiped my hands on my shirt, satisfied of my final product. I looked out the window and caught one of my neighbors looking at me, not the one in the room from last night, but one I hadn't seen before. I curiously went to the window and remembered that the cursed thing was dead bolted. I'll ask him about it at school on Monday.
A/N: My first author's note.
So what do you think so far?
Should I continue?
What shall happen next?
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My Idea of the street mural
I didn't want to ruin your ideas before hand so......
