"Alex, time for swim practise," my mum called from down stairs
"Just a second" I replied,
as I was just in the middle of a great book, and didn't want to put it down.
*pg 94: as I stood atop the great canyons edge I peered down, my eyes twisting between the rocks far beneath me, as I did so i watched my mind slip way into it like sand through fingers...
"NOW ALEX" she belowed with a gruff tone in her voice. So I reluctantly put down the book.
I fumbled across the landing down the stairs and into the living room. Scanning the boring beige carpet that sat stretched from beige wall to beige wall I eventually lay eyes on my bright purple backpack full so much swim wear I'm surprised its still in one piece. I grabbed it
It by the handles, then chucking over my shoulder, i leave the beige room, much to my delight, and went and got in what I call a tin can on wheels ( the car) just as I did every Tuesday.
After training very hard for the up and coming torment, I slipped of my smoked costume and replaced it with my warm, dry pink dress with frills that twirled like ballet dancers around the collar
I wondered outside to see if my mother had arrived, but realising she was nowhere to be seen i decided to sit on the cold pavement with back up against the half smashed up building that's across the street from the sports centre. The wind blew through my damp hair and sent a chill down my spine. I tucked my lake legs under my dress to protect them from the ever growing g Gail. I turned my head and looked up at the sky, 2 Bluejays dived and rose around the other only silhouetted by the sun as the fought for the insects that rushed around way up there. Free. So free. More free than I will ever ever be.
YOU ARE READING
a tulip from tyler
Teen FictionLook, in the corner of your eye,now look a little closer, when you sit alone at night and see it, just a small glimpse of a shadow or a movement don't look away. Turn and face the truth.
