run away / Ashton Irwin ( English )

3.

6 july, sunday. Morning: 09:36

Birds are whisteling softly, the clock is ticking, the sunlight is coming trough the curtains.

I open my eyes softly. I look around my room, forgetting where I am by this weird dream about that man. My eyes widen about the thoughts of the man. Is it really a dream?

I walk quikly out of my bed, to the window and open the curtains in one second.

No man, no car.

But I keep looking.

Was it real or was it a dream? It all looked so realitic. When I fell out of bed instead of getting up calmly, the colors that shot in the sky and the noise of it, the cold air that I felt, everything.

I walk away from the window with a disappointed but relieved feeling. Meanwhile, my stomach growls, so I walk downstairs and walk into the kitchen.

On the kitchentable lays a little note and breakfast. Breakfast is cereal, a banana and a glass of orange juice.

I walk to the fridge to grab the milk. It's stupid that mom works during holidays.

I plop down on the chair. I slide the note closer to me and grab the spoon. I eat a spoon full of cereal while I read the note.

'Don't forget to bring your books back to the library! I come back at 21:30, it can be later. There is a pizza in the fridge, if you are already hungry.'

She works the whole week, except saturday and wednesday. She is a stewardess, so usually she is on those days gone too. Especially now, because it's holiday.

I put a whole spoon of cereal in my mouth. Holidays are fun, no school. But you also have a boring side. All my friends are gone. Mom works the whole vacation, maybe she stays home for a week or two, but that's it. I don't have a father, but I have a brother, who is never at home. He actually "lives" with his girlfriend. A depressing life, I know. I really have to do something about it.

I drink the whole glass of orange juice in one second. The thought of my depressing life is stuck in my head. So I'm not hungry anymore. I throw the cereal away, I put the bowl and the glass in the washer and I put the banana with the other ones.

Now I have to go to the library.

I walk upstairs and a sigh escapes my lips. I hate stairs, they are so tiring. I walk in my bedroom and jump on my bed. I grab the laptop, who is still on.

The background of my laptop grab my attention. It's a dark backround, I'm not really a girl who is a fan of flashy colors. But let's get to the point. What was I doing again?

I look around my room. My eyes scan over my desk, where 2 books are laying.

The library! God, I'm so forgetful.

I search the sit of the library and see that the library is open from 10 to 12. And it's now 10:40. I need 20 minutes to go there and I need about 5 minutes to get ready, if I hurry.

I roll from my bed and choose my clothes: black skinnies, my AC/DC shirt and a sweater if it would be cold.

I strip out of my pajmas and put my new clothes on. I grab a brush from my nightstand and brush trough my hair.

I put the books in my black backpack. And I put the brush on the desk.

I run downstairs, what's really dumb, because I almost fell on my face. I laugh at myself, while I walk to the door.

I put my black vans on, in a difficult way, wich I almost hit my head against the frontdoor.

'Karma is such a bitch with me today.' I say in my head.

I grab the keys and my skateboard, that are next the door. Maybe I'll gain some time when I go to the library with my skateboard.

I walk out of the house, while I put the keys in my backpack. I do a quick check to see if I have everything; keys, books, phone and wallet. I have everything.

I throw my backpack of my rightshoulder and jump on the skateboard.

After 15 minutes, I am already at the library. I give myself a mental applause, because I thought about my skateboard to get here quickly, even when I just won 5 minutes. I walk in the library with my skateboard in my hands.