I sat bolt up right and quickly put my head back down, I sat up too quick and was now very light headed.
When the nausea past I pulled on my dirty, worn sneakers and bolted out the front door.
I started running, I didn't know where, I just let my feet carry me.
After what felt like hours I fell to my knees next to the tree on the cliff. You could see the whole town, from our 12 churches to the small high school that doubled as the community leisure centre.
I laid in the grass till I saw the sun coming over the opposite end of town.
Checking the small pocket watch that hung on a chain around my neck I realized it was 5:43.
I'd been laying on the cliff since 3:00
I crawled to my feet and began running full speed down the cliff.
Before I knew it I was standing at my front door I checked my watch 6:02
Holy crap, did it really take me less than 20 minutes to run 4.5 km
My first day of junior year would start in an hour and a half.
I jogged up the stairs and woke up my grandma, who I had lived with since my parents died when I was 5.
Walking to my room across the hall I sighed as my eyes scanned the small room with the peeling pale pink walls and the mattress that lay in the corner of the room under the window.
I got pulled some clothes out of the closet and pulled my hair up out of my face. I grabbed my sketchbook and pencil case of my desk and threw it into the musky smelling messenger bag that once belonged to my grandfather but was given to me by my grandmother after he passed.
I dragged myself to the kitchen to be greeted by the smell of the soggy tuna sandwich that lay in the bottom of the paper bag with "Emilia" written across it in black marker and the cold, bitter, sugarless, earl grey tea that sat on the table next to a plate of burnt toast.
