Flights⭐H.S

⭐ Chapter 5 ⭐

I type on my lap top at the speed of lightning. Thor would be proud of me. I've been sending endless emails and getting ahead on my work for my job since last night. I've cleared at least four days of work so I can go on this trip worry-free. I even checked into my office this morning and dumped a pile of paperwork and letters onto my boss's desk. He was pretty impressed with my work. He was more than happy to receive all this beforehand. Naturally, I used my persuasion ways and got him to give me half of my next paycheck. So now I got money to spend in Hawaii. Not that its a lot.

I finish my last email and start packing. I pretty much have most of my clothes with me. However, there is still 1/4 of my belongings at my parent's house. And obviously packing summer clothes and sunglasses and sandals was the least or my worries when I left. So now I have to go home to grab my other stuff. Great.

I drive to my house in hopes that neither of my parents are home. It's Thursday, which means my mom goes grocery shopping and my dad has work.

I pull up in the driveway and don't find any cars parked which makes me let out a breath. I won't have to give any explanations or have any arguments. I approach the door an stick my house key into the lock. The warm sweet of our house greets me as soon as I open the door. Yup, sugar cookies and cinnamon. Just like always. I try to not let the comforting smell make me sad and nostalgic so I quickly make my way up the stairs. My room looks exactly how I left it. Well, I thought I left it cleaner. It looks like a tornado whooshed through it. My drawers are half open. There are hangers everywhere on the floor. Clothes and shoes are scattered all over the floor. Some stuff from my shelves and desks tipped over. Hm, I guess I was pretty mad.

I head towards the closet and take out my other two suitcases. I never even used them. Only when I spend the night at my grandma's or we went camping or something. I throw the remaining of my junk into them without bothering to fold or anything. I have no time to lose. I sweep through my room gathering all my stuff. Makeup, shoes, necklaces, earrings, irons, and pretty much all my crap.

Suddenly, I hear the click of the front door and the screeching of it opening.

"Skylynn?" I hear my mom's voice.

Crap. Crap. Crap. I'm toast. Really burnt toast. She knows I'm here.

"Sky, darling? Are you in your room?" She asks and I hear a loud thump of her throwing her purse on the table.

I feel like primitive spongebob. What do I do? Crap. I rush to the door and close it quietly and lock it. I hear my mom's footsteps as she comes up the stairs slowly. Oh my gosh. I'm going to have to give her an explanation and she'll hold me up and I'll miss my flight. There's no other way out this house. Or is there? I make a quick decision that proves I'm not a mature adult.

I rush to my window and open the pane. I quickly grab the suitcases and throw them out. They land on the crisp green grass with a loud thump. One of them opens and half my underwear falls out. Eh, not that bad. My mom knocks on the door.

"Skylynn? Sky, are you in here? Skylynn?" She says.

I have to be quick. Fast like the wind. Swift like a feather. But I'm not exactly in shape. And I'm not exactly an agile person. The adrenaline in my body doesn't let me coordinate properly. For some odd reason I'm smiling like this is the most fun thing in the world. I've never sneaked out of my house through the window. It's dangerous and risky. I love it. Even if it's stupid.

My heart beats rapidly as I place one foot out on the slope of the roof. Then another. My mom is banging on the door now.

"Skylynn! Skylynn, open up!" She yells.

I smirk as I'm fully out and standing on the roof. I lean on my side and slide down the small slope. My heart is beating hard and fast and I feel happy. I find this so fun. I approach the tree that's on the side of my house and grab onto it. I take ahold of the strongest branch and jump off the roof. I let out a small shriek as I dangle from the branch. I made it! Woohoo! Now I maneuver my way towards the trunk of the tree. I hug it and slide slowly down. I catch a few splinters and cuts on the way. Nothing to worry about. Once I'm near to the ground I hop down and run to my suitcases. I can hear my mom's yells all the way here. The pressure to get out pushes me and pumps my energy. I quickly stuff my underwear back inside and close the suitcase.