I switched from flat foot onto just walking on my toes. Being too loud with your footsteps in a situation like this could lead to getting caught, and I wasn't really up for that.
Stepping out, I felt a non-existent breeze as all my hair stood on end. I could tell I was being a little too cautious. Not that there is a such thing.
My breathing seemed a million times louder as I slowly stepped around. Sooner or later someone would cross the corner and be in our hallway. That anyone could be a guard or teacher, or maybe my lucky day and be a student, someone else sneaking out.
I realized I shouldn't be worried as I was only a few feet away from the door leading to the outside and no one had come. Pulling out a safety pin and a bobby pin in the spare pocket that held my brass knuckles, I bent the bobby pin into a different shape.
Jamming both pins into the lock.
I fiddled around with them until I heard the satisfying click. Just like that the lock turned.
you would think by now that they would have added multiple locks to this door but as far as I know no one has ever gotten caught. If you think something works no need to change it, right?
As I open the door, the hinges creaked at me.
Almost as if they knew they shouldn't be opened at an hour like this, letting a student like me out into the open world. I held my breath tightly as I slowly opened the door and slid out whenever there was only a foot between the door and its frame.
I held on to the edge of the door for dear life to make sure it wouldn't slam behind me or crush my fingers. When the door made the tiniest little click when it hit its frame I flinched. I had no idea who could be out or listening.
I stood there for what felt like years as I waited to see if someone had caught me. Or to just listen for footsteps. I couldn't tell you what I was thinking of then. When I finally did breathe it felt amazing, I hadn't realized how much I've been holding my breath. Didn't really matter at that point though is I was out breathing and ready to go.
My steps off the concrete were large. My Pace fast as to get onto the grass, where I could ven run to the trees. I can't remember just how fast I was running but I do know when I got to the trees I had built up quite a bit of speed. Leaping off the floor and throwing my hands up to catch one of the branches, scaling up the tree like the little monkey I've learned to be first year, and soon reaching the top of the fences that lined all line the courtyard.
I was finally capable of getting out.
I zipped up my leather jacket, there was just a bit of wire at the top.
No one my question why I would go through the top of it if I could just dig a hole through the bottom.
The bottom 5 feet is brick. And below that solid concrete.
I know from experience.
When I finally got ahold from my feet onto the other side of the fence, I tediously slid over making sure to use my the leather covering my body and making sure that I didn't get it cut up. I probably should have picked a better pair of pants as I felt a little holes being stabbed into my thighs. Can't say I cared at the time.
it seems that was it is my hands hooked around the holes in the fence. I was on my way down.
The climb down felt like it took ages as well as closing that one door. Every little rattle of the fencing or every time I almost lost my grip. I had done this a million times I can never tell you why my anxiety was up all this time. I think it's because part of me knew I would get caught one of these days.
Soon I had hit the five feet of brick. I stepped down and jumped off into the ditch below.
you know when you were younger and you would have those challenges to see who could jump off the highest swing, and when you hit the floor there would be that stinging that rung up your ankles and calves into your thighs and lower back. That's what it felt like. With the added ditch the five feet of brick seemed almost like 10. Can't say I know about that either though.
The dirt under me seem damp and cold, it was almost cushion like. I didn't have time to sit in and enjoy it as I was quick to get up dust my pants off and run up and out of it. Every now and again I could feel cold dirt reach the insides of my socks. I could tell if there was light I would be able to see my breath as I ran away from the school. it was therapeutic to watch it get smaller and smaller and I was finally free on this road. Granted this road was leading to another school, and that's cool to a small town where the teachers lived.
But you know what lives with grown ups?
Alcohol
