The Deal Of Deals

Chapter One.

I looked up, Letting out a deep sigh. It was almost midnight and I wasn't sleepy. 

I was standing in the balcony, The cool breeze slapping on my body, Making goosebumps along my naked arms and legs. I was dressed in shorts and a tank top, Typical night attire. The breeze was making my hair go crazy, Tossing it back and on my face. I liked it but I needed to sleep.

I let out another sigh, Directing my eyes at my feet. This wasn't going to work out, It was all too messed up to be corrected. I knew I was being pessimistic but I couldn't help it.

The only thing keeping me up was my strong love for justice. I knew it wasn't me at fault and by giving up all hope would mean the actual criminal would be let loose. The actual person at fault, Would be left all alone without any blame.

I tuck some stray strands of hair behind my ear and sit down on the chilled ground. A shudder passed through me but I didn't get up. I kept gazing at the starless sky, Clouded with darkness. 

It's going to snow. I thought, Rubbing my palms on my arms.

"What am I to do, Mom? Let it all go, Or fight?" I asked the sky, A single tear slipping down my cheek. Wiping it away, I push myself up and get out of the balcony.

Just before closing the door to the balcony, A thought slipped my mind, Making me confident.

Mom would always want me to fight for the right thing.

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I made my way to the kitchen, To prepare some kind of hot drink for myself. I was feeling incredibly cold and wouldn't have been surprised if I had a cold approaching.

"Damn the weather." I muttered under my breath, My teeth chattering. I made my way to the shelves and brought out the required ingredients for a coffee. 

I prepared myself some hot, steaming coffee and took it to my room. Once, there, I couldn't drink though. Once again, I was lost in the trail of my thoughts, Completely forgetting about the coffee. 

What would he say to me, Once he knows all about it? Would he accept it or break all connections with me? What if I am proved guilty, At least in his eyes? I didn't know whether I could bear the thought of that.

Looking back at my coffee, I scrunched my nose in disgust and disappointment. The coffee was cold, No more appealing. I quickly discarded it and lay down in my bed. I pulled the covers up to my waist and propped my chin on my hands.

Now to get the night over with.

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