Escape

1 • foUr

Dryla's POV

I balanced on the edge of the building, swaying slightly in the fierce wind. My toes were curled over the edge, my arms outstretched, a gather of people below me.

"She's going to jump!" A shriek travelled it's way to my ears and I smirked.

Yes, I thought to myself. I am definitely going to jump.

As people scurried out of my way on the ground, I lent forwards, letting my body go. At the beginning, I felt like a baby bird learning to fly, stretching it's wings I hope that the wind will catch them.

As I tumbled forwards, I rolled over and over in the air, showing off to my audience below before straightening myself, feet first.

Screams came from below me but I didn't care. in fact, it egged me on.

I landed and pushed off again, leaving a crater the size of a small boat in the ground and many people in awe.

I stretched my body as I flew up again, gradually gathering momentum. From my view above the city, I spotted the bock of apartments and directed myself to it.

I wrapped my left leg round my right as I descended to the ground again pushing back up to saw again.

Shame my landing wont be nice and soft, I think to myself. I didn't put my mattress on the roof this time.

As I flew down for the third time, I aimed at the apartments and landed with a loud thud. I rubbed my feet and, instantly, the pain subsided.

Using the door on the roof, I entered and walked towards the stairs leading down to my apartment. I threw my leg over the banisters and bounded down to the 29th floor. I brought out my key and unlocked it, yawning.

Brining my hand to my mouth to stifle it, I walked forwards into my apartment and used my foot to slam the door behind me.

Glancing across at the sofa where my disgusting uniform lay, I walked straight into the shower and turned of the water before stripping and jumping in. I let the the warm water wash over my face before turning the handle all the way to freezing.

Most people wouldn't be able to stand it but that was the way I liked my showers. Cold.

Soon after, I got out and, reluctantly, put on my uniform. The skirt hugged at my hips and I turned the top over three times since it was so long.

Not long after, I left my stiff apartment that would never feel like home. After Ma remarried to that rich shit-head, we'd been bathing in money but to me, it just made me feel cheated.

I reached the bottom of the stairs with a soft thud having jumped through the middle and walked towards the black Porsche waiting for me.

"Are you ready to go, Miss Lique?" came the calm and collected voice of Juxe, my chauffeur as I got into the backseat.

"Aye." I said and, with a loud rev of the engine, we began to coast forwards towards my new school.