Katrina Grey has always steered clear out of drama's way seeing to the fact that she has a secret, and with the constant changes in society, that secret might emotionally and physically destroy her or save the lives of those who she loves.
But one...
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You can do this. You can do this. This is a piece of cake for you. You can do this.
After giving myself a nice pep talk that totally convinced me that I can climb up the balcony and steal Xavier's phone to delete the video.
I have worn a black hoodie with black leggings and French-braided my hair. I don't think so anyone can recognize me.
"Chill, K, you can do this." Nathan says to me.
It's easier for you to say this because you're in my bedroom, dipsh*t.
So the plan is as follows. Nathan attaches the rope to Xavier's balcony and then comes down. I climb up, steal the phone, delete the video and mission accomplished.
Easy Peasy!
Honestly it isn't a good plan and at first I was like 'why can't you just do it.' I mean if you can go up all the way towards his balcony, just delete the damn video. But no, our majesty is too sophisticated to do that.
I seriously need to climb the damn house to reach the balcony. Can't I just pick the lock and enter or something?
My head lights up. This definitely would be more preferable and durable. There are no chances of me dying. I think I should pick the lock.
I am snatched out of my thoughts when I find a rope hitting me square in the face and I look upto see Nathan standing on the balcony.
How did he even reach there from my window?
He gestures for me to stop. Does he not want me climbing up? He then slides down the rope in a swift motion leaving me there with my jaw dropped.
How did he even do that?
"Your turn," he says.
Oh! I am so sorry, did he actually mistake me for some stunt-man or Bruce Lee. I can't just climb a rope.
"Why can't we pick the lock or something?" I ask suggesting my earlier idea.
"Because," he says, "That would not be cool enough!"
"I don't care if it cool enough, I care about my fricken life, bruh!" I say irritatedly.
He doesn't say anything but push me toward the rope. I can't believe I am doing this.
I pull the rope to make sure it isn't loose and start climbing. I was like half way through when I looked down and I freaked. Did I mention, that I have fear of heights. Yeah! That's a good timing to mention it.
I started panicking. I looked back up and started climbing once again. You must face your fears head on, instead of running away from them.
