288 Hours

Chapter 3 (very short)

"Morning, girly," I heard from behind me while whisking the eggs.

I looked back and managed a smile, "Morning, Mr. Denison."

"How was your first big semester?" He asked it like you would ask a toddler something. I turned back to the eggs to hide my grimace.

"Good, hard but good," I replied dryly.

"Glad to hear that, you have a nice day," Mr. Denison muttered while walking away, hopefully headed to work for the day.

I could barely stomach being near him. I could, however, stomach the kitchen. A six-foot long, granite countertop island with marble lights hanging from the ceiling above it. The counter spanned almost the entire perimeter of the room with two sinks and the most confusing oven possible. I doubt I could count how many things it could do. The cupboards were a dark mahogany which matched the dining room table across the hall. The only way upstairs was by cutting through the drop-down living room. I was careful not to spill anything because I had tripped on the step more times than I cared to admit and the last thing I wanted to do was put a stain on their fluffy, white carpet. Their leather sectional faced the hanging, flat-screen television. To the left of that was the newly added fireplace. A gift from an uncle or something. I was careful not to bump into the glass table, that thing was dangerously sharp, while on my way to the stairs.

"Morning, punk," I said with a smirk once I saw Quinn was awake and sitting up, "I made our favorite."

I sat on her desk and she used the chair while we ate. When we finished, we took our plates down to the kitchen and put them away.

"What're you gunna do?" I asked her after sitting up on the island.

"About what?" Quinn replied while wiping down the other counter.

"Just in general," I shrugged.

"I'm going to finish college, get a job at a firm or something, save up and leave."

"Yeah, I know, that's been our plan ever since we went into high school. What if that goes wrong?"

She shrugged, "I'll deal with what I can as best as I can."

I rolled my eyes and groaned.

"What?"

"No backup plan?"

"I could always work for my dad."

"Gross."

"I know, but that's all I got. Why?"

"I don't really know. Sometimes I want to skip straight to the leaving."

"I know the feeling."

"Then why don't we?"

"It's unrealistic"

"Wh-"

"Nope nope nope, you're not dragging me into another crazy adventure where we barely make it out alive."

"Oh c'mon! We've never gotten into that much trouble. The first asylum trip was only shitty because we ran into those creepy guys. Every visit since has been fine. You also can't count when we got arrested because that trip was your idea," I couldn't help but smirk at her.

She rolled her eyes and chuckled, "No more spontaneous trips no matter who has the idea."

"But there's this abandoned school I wanna check out!"

"Bad idea, kiddo."

"That's not a no. Plus, it'll be a great photo opportunity because there's this auditorium and we can open all the lockers and write on the chalk boards and-"

"Easy, tiger. How far away is it?"

I couldn't help but smile. I knew she'd cave the second I brought up taking pictures.