I slowly rolled over in my bed, groaning when I saw my alarm clock and realised the time. It was just 3am. I was, however, thankful that it was the weekend. I had woken up at 3am on a school night before (or morning, whatever you prefer) and had ended up falling asleep in not just one class, but five. Cue various detentions.
I rolled out of bed, landing in a heap on the floor, before standing and looking around me. My line of vision flickered from the TV, to my bag, to my phone and then to the window. I could have had a looksy at anything on Sky at the moment, but I was pretty sure that I had nothing recorded and everything on the actual channels would just be teleshopping. My homework had been finished at 1:30am the night before and my phone was useless because I was starting to get tired of You Tube. Damn my friends for sleeping; I didn’t even have anyone to talk to.
That left me with my last option: the window. I walked over to it and pressed my fingertips to the glass. The recent snowfall had cleared off. The air looked to be completely tranquil and there was neither a drop of rain nor grey cloud in sight. Still, I knew better than to let the clear, dark sky trick me. It was probably no more than four degrees outside, if that.
Sighing, I walked back to my wardrobe and grabbed my phone and hoodie. I had stopped caring about getting properly changed weeks ago. Back against the window, and I slowly turned the handle and pushed it open, wincing as it creaked loudly. I waited for a few seconds, before the silence of my house showed it was all clear.
I hauled myself out the window slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible. Planting my feet on the porch roof outside, I mostly closed the window behind me and inhaled a deep breath. I was right: the cold air was freezing my lungs and made it hard to breathe, but I didn’t mind. It was nice just to feel alive in a dead-end place like this.
I suddenly slipped, nearly falling off the roof, but I grabbed the guttering just in time. I cursed my stupidity under my breath. I should have seen the frost. Hauling myself back up onto the roof with a mixture of kicking and pure luck, I managed to drag myself onto the roof, panting loudly. At least I was starting to warm up.
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A Little Book of One-Shots
Roman pour AdolescentsI'm an amazing procrastinator. FACT. I'm horrific at time management. FACT. None of my ideas will ever be completed unless they're purposefully left unfinished. FACT (most of the time). I love that cover. FACT.
