The Prankster

Chapter 13

Edited.

Chapter 13

I glared at the empty page. The blinking vertical line of the starting point was making my eye twitch in annoyance. Every time it twitches, it reminds me of the procrastination I had accomplished today. But besides that, it's annoying and if it doesn't stop in the next few seconds, I will start killing people. 

Finally getting enough of the mocking blank page, I pushed myself off of the chair and stomped out of my room, banging the door closed. Immediately I heard my dad shouting from down stairs.

"Alana, stop being such a procrastinator and go finish your essay!"

Ignoring him, I grabbed my jacket from the hanger and with a scowl on my face I muttered an excuse. "I'm going out. I'll be back in an hour."

Putting my shoes on, I exited my house, heading towards the road. Knowing that I want to be alone, I don't call Kathie nor Alex. Or Cole. I just walk down the street, looking around me and sighing at the almost dark houses. God, the neighbors I live with. Seriously, I live in the most boring neighborhood in the world. 

I do not know how it is possible, but it's more boring than a badger. 

The usual old people slow-walking on the pavement or laughing or sharing stories from the youth are now gone and safely tucked in their beds, while the young couples are still up in their living rooms or their kitchens or bedrooms; hence the lights coming from random windows. 

The poles gave the dark, eerily quiet street a little light. The only sounds that are surrounding me are my shoes slapping at the pavement and some ordinary, nature sounds like the rustle of leaves or the familiar tune of the crickets. I gulp some fresh air in my lungs, inhaling deeply and then exhaling, feeling the calmness of the exiting carbon dioxide. 

I slightly close my eyes, stopping in mid-step, just enjoying the quiet. It is weird how an extreme party girl like me enjoys quietness this much. Usually I find silence deafening and I try to avoid it, but on a calming night like this one, it's welcomed. I take the quietness for granted and look back at the previous day. 

After last night when I soothed my bro, I immediately went to bed and completely spent, I drifted to a dreamless state of sleep. Waking up, I popped my back and it gave its satisfying crunchy sound. As usual, Craig came and took me to school. And as always, the day had been as boring as it could be, the only source of entertainment being either Alex's squeaky, very fake, fabulous phrases or Kathie's adventures. 

I mean, not even Norma The Bitch was in school. Even though she's the epitome of a scandalous being, I still miss her. 

Yep, I miss fighting with her. 

Even though I wouldn't mind if she suddenly threw herself off of a cliff. 

And then, after the most boring day in the history of man kind, I went home and instead of writing my essay for Biology on the body's cells or something like that, I procrastinated because that's the second best thing I can do. If there was an award for procrastinating, move away bitches, the winner's passing through. I'd win that competition without it even getting started. The judges would, without doubt, right away see me as a winner.  

But, unfortunately, because those kinds of competitions only exist in my imagination, I was stuck with the blank page of my computer screen, 11 PM on a Tuesday night until I got crazy and stood up from the chair. 

And here I am now, wandering on the street, calming myself with the quietness of the night. 

"We are the champions, we are the champions.." A mutter interrupted my relaxation. I whipped my head towards the figure leaned on the wall. A hood was covering its face, depriving me from seeing who it is.