The Elevator

You...!

Nadia: Mom? Yes, I woke up, we're going to get ready for school now... I love you too goodbye!

Erica: Do you want to go to school? Can we get ready in the bathroom?

Nadia: Yes.

She grabs me by the hand and we turn our steps that way. We're comfortable without running out of time. We weigh the height from the railings and climb. Carefully and with several scratches added to our legs and hands we end up in the toilets to do our morning routine.

We sat a little longer and talked until we saw that the school had opened and several people had arrived. One more day was starting.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------It wasn't easy for me to sit upright in my chair today. My back was aching and the slightest movement was hurting my bones even more. I'm painfully turning my torso to get my books. Another piece of paper < Why don't you listen to me?> I got angry momentarily.

Who was the one telling me what to do? It ended up in the trash with the last one. During the break, Nadia told me they were put on an unannounced test and from what she said she nailed it!

Nadia: Now my parents are going to let me spend more time with you.

Let's pretend that was nothing I didn't want.

Nadia: Erica?

Erica: Speak to me.

Nadia: Is there any chance you could let me sleep with you today?

Erica: I don't think that's a good idea. I'm still sore from yesterday.

Nadia: Please, I can't sleep at home.

I leave a sound of irritation.

Nadia: Can you at least come and sleep with me? I'm begging you!

Erica: Okay.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I'm looking for Father's car on my way home. He doesn't seem to be here, so I'm going up fast. I didn't waste time with the elevator, I ran up the stairs, unlocked and went in for a quick shower. I wash as well as I can. I don't have time. I wipe rough with the towel and put my clothes back. 

These stick to the parts of my body that were still wet. My hair fell heavily on my back and I, at the maximum speed allowed by my caught body, went to the fridge. So I'm opening... There's some bread here. All I have to do is find some cheese... The door unlocks my father enters the house. My eyes are shining.

Father: You...! , you're stealing from me again.

Hello! Please vote for the chapters, you will make me very happy, those who already vote for me, or even just reading my story, I want you to know that you give me a huge amount of joy and courage to continue. Writing is my refuge. The elevator is a creation to which I have added all my love and is also my first complete book here on wattpad I hope you have as much fun as you read it as when I wrote it.

Kristiana Palli