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I was running. I don't know what I was running for; all I knew was that if I stopped to even catch my breath it would be the end of me.
My legs stung from running for more than a half hour and I was DYING!!! I just had to stop, if only for a second or two. NO, my mind screamed at me. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. Each breath I took was like swallowing chips of ice, stabbing my throat. My arms were numb from the cold and I had scratches covering them from the branches that were hitting me.
On top of all that it was freaking raining! Why in the world did it have to be raining? The cold was one thing but the rain was on a totally different level.
I don't know how much longer I could last. I could barley make out the outline of my house. Home, sweet home. I have never in my life been happier to see my house than I was right now. With its plain white (chipped) paint and yard that was in serious need of raking.
I almost tripped on the curb but I quickly righted myself and rushed through the front door—thank God it was unlocked—and turned the lock. I rushed upstairs and shut the door to my room and turned that lock too. Then I slid to the floor while still leaning on the door.
"What the HELL was that"? I had no true answer. Sure I could try and make myself believe it was some wild animal trying to get me or that there was just some rabbit on the bushes and I totally freaked myself out, but I knew I would just be lying and I didn't want to do that to myself. There was only one way to describe it-evil. It may sound weird but I could actually feel the anger and rage radiating off of it, whatever 'it' was.
Aunt Vicky wasn't here, thanks to late bingo night, but I could wait up for her. She must have seen my house key by the door and left it unlocked for me. See she goes to bingo every Sunday, Wednesday, and Friday night. I don't object, who would? I get the house to myself and get to turn the radio up as loud as I want to. She's not the real do-what-I-tell-you-to-or-else kind of Aunt but she's not going to go to some rock concert with me dressed in some mini skirt either, not that I would want to see that anyway.
So I'm stuck in my room caked with mud, leaves, sticks, and God knows what else. Am I going to take a shower you ask? HECK NO! I'll sleep like this if I have to but I am not stepping out of this room for ANY reason until Vicky walks threw the front door.
And that is just what I did. I fell asleep. As is.
I woke up to someone saying my name and gently shaking my shoulder. I tried to listen. "…Payton, Payton wake up". I could tell now that it was Aunt Vicky. "What the HELL happened to you"? Well now you know where I got my language from.
I remembered I looked like shit and I had to rack my brain for some lame excuse that she would buy. "…Umm, yeah I went for my run and I kind of tripped—"
She immediately grabbed my arm and pulled me upright to inspect every inch of my body. Jeez, invade my space much? "I didn't break anything if that's what you're looking for" I said to ease her worries though it sounded a little sarcastic. Oh she noticed alright. She scowled.
She shoved my arm away and I rubbed my arm and mouthed 'Oww'. "Well since your fine and you don't have anything wrong with you then you should be able to get ready in enough time to get ready for school". And with that she left me, still sitting on the floor of my room.
I jumped up, soon regretting it due to the sore feeling all over my body, and ran to the shower. I dried myself off and grabbed some baggy jeans, a shirt off the floor (who knew if it was dirty?), my converse, my backpack, and a hooded sweatshirt. I practically flew down the stairs and out the door, yelling goodbye to Vicky and running to school.
Okay, I had to run for a bit, seeing as I live on the outskirts of Forks. Maybe about a block away from La Push, but I still had to run to make it to class. I popped in my earphones, turned up my ipod, and ran.
"Mrs. Tanner, would you like to explain to me why you're late"? I could hear the snickers and remarks of the other students but I blocked them out.
"Not really", I replied. The class erupted with laughter. Mr. Handler turned about ten shades of red, close to purple. While truing to hold back my laugh my smile slipped through.
"Well maybe you can figure out what that excuse will be by writing me a five page essay about how Not to be late", and with that I took my seat. Mr. Handler never quite returned to his natural color for the remainder of class. I pulled my hood over my head and waited for the bell to ring, praying I graduated already.
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