Three Times is Enemy Action (NaNoWriMo 2013)

Ch 5: It Was An Ant!

Ch 5: It Was An Ant!

Once Sebastian and I finished our cyber conversation, I logged off of Facebook. I am so relieved that he is able to meet with me. I had approximately 10 hours left until our designated meeting time. I hadn’t even thought about the fact that his parents might want to keep him in the house. Thank God my parents… don’t...care? Shit, it seems like I forgot both our parents when I was thinking of my master plan, because my parents most definitely do care if I am out. They normally impose a curfew of 11 o’clock, and now that I’m injured and frail, me going out probably never even crossed their minds, meaning I’m not allowed out of this house. Fuck. Alright Aria, think this through. They’ll go to bed around nine o’clock, because mom has work in the morning, no, that won’t work. Mom will go to bed early, but Dad will stay up late watching Top Gear downstairs, or something. I could sneak out stealthily behind him, while he’s engrossed watching the British host talking about an Aston Martin One-77, or a Maserati Granturismo or something. No, that won’t work, dad’s senses are honed from years in the military; he literally caught a fly with chopsticks once. And I’m not talking about the new Karate Kid movie where Jackie Chan uses a flyswatter to kill the fly and then uses the chopsticks to peel its dead corpse off the wall, I mean that he flicked his chopsticks up one day, and when he brought them back down, there was a fly between them. It was one of the most impressive and one of the most disgusting things I have ever seen. With my dad’s ninja skills, it would be hard sneaking out of the house under any circumstances, let alone by crawling right behind him. That really only left one option: the window. Unfortunately, I lived on the second floor, and one of my arms is handicapped. That settles it, I’m screwed.

Well… there is that tree outside my window. Under normal circumstances, if I really had to sneak out of the house, I would be more than willing to use the tree, because though it would be a pain in the ass, the trip should be possible, but with one hand… I don't know… I guess you can just call me Jesus reincarnated, because I’m going to have to make the impossible possible.

All the whatifs start swirling through my head. What if I’m caught, what if I fall down the tree and break my good arm, what if I fall down the tree and die, what if it all goes well, and then when it’s time to climb back up the tree, I just can’t make it, and die. This all led to other extremely important questions, like how was I suppose to get there if I even made it out of the house? My nickname should be Hercules for all the challenges I’m about to face. I don’t exactly have a car anymore, or have any sort of inclination to go in one. Walnut Park is two miles away, which is much too far for me to walk on a good day, let alone half dead. I can’t skateboard, and don't own a pogo stick, so that really only leaves one option. I’ll have to ride my bike, and I’ll have to ride it one handed. It’s a really cute bike, I had to say. It’s a cruiser and has pretty flowers on it

Okay, so lets rehash on the plan. First, I’ll wait until 10 o’clock, when mom is asleep and dad is engrossed in Top Gear. Then, I’ll open my window step out onto the nearby tree branch. Afterwards, I would shimmy down the tree with one hand and miraculously make it to the bottom, where my bike will be propped against the wall near the garage. I could already tell this plan had many flaws. So many things could go wrong, and what would happen if my parents did catch me. They would ground me for life. My dad would shake in frustration, and my mom would turn red in anger, and then they would make me feel so much guilt that I will never want to do anything ever again. Oh well, I had to at least try. I told Sebastian I would be there, and a Harmon always keeps their word. Hopefully my parents would understand that, if they did notice I was gone that is. This whole masterminding escape routes was time consuming work. By the time my mental preparations were done, an hour had passed. It was 2 in the afternoon, and I was leaving in 8 hours. What to do, what to do.