20 flights of stairs.
I couldn't remember why we were climbing up to the attic of the apartment. But… we were.
Eighteen… nineteen… Attic! Finally.
Up there, my crush, Toby, was waiting for us. Was it my imagination, or did he blush when we made it up? Well, I know I blushed! Maybe he was blushing at my friend Haley, who had climbed up with me. My older sister Ali was also up there waiting for us. She was four-and-a-half years older than me. Toby was one year older than me.
We rested in the attic, doing nothing. I managed to peek out of the small glass door.
There were girls by the age of five, eight years younger than me, all in the same white uniforms, in a straight line, about to walk out, sitting on the roof. At the time, I only saw my friend Jessie, asleep on the edge. I reached out and gently lifted her into the attic.
She woke up. "Sal? Toby? What are you doing here? Madame is going to be mad!" I tried to ask her a few questions but she just kept shaking her head and climbed back out onto the roof.
Toby, meanwhile, had dialed for his dad's old private airplane to come and rescue the girls… and us. The airplane came, and soon we… and twelve other girls… were riding in the jet.
We were all sitting down on the floor, and I was sitting across from Toby.
Suddenly he leaned forward… and kissed me, straight on the mouth. He broke away, both of us blushing.
The pilot wolf-whistled. "Hey, Toby! He got himself a girl!"
We blushed again, and my sister, Ali, grinned at me. Haley giggled.
And we kissed again.
Sorry for the short chapter!
