A/N: I generally believe that a person could become addicted to anything, and I have seen people become, if not addicted, at least compulsive when it comes to skipping school. This is obviously an AU Lilo, who has grown up without Stitch.
'Freedom is not so sweet' – Lilo's Drabble
You slip out of the classroom; no one notices your abrupt departure. Snapping your gum in a careless way, you walk down the abandoned hallways as if you own them. In a way, you do.
People avoid you when you walk by; you blame it on your clothing, your hair, and your piercings. But you know better.
Walking out of those big double doors is like a breath of fresh air, you crave the feeling of unrestrained freedom that pumps through your veins; the burst of adrenaline that gives you a fit of the giggles.
You turn right, another left; continuing onward through a dizzying maze of tiny streets, unsure of where you are.
But that doesn't matter.
You wander; the sky changes from the bright sun of the afternoon to the inky black night to the first few pink rays of the morning.
You climb through an open window, crossing your fingers that she doesn't hear you sneaking back indoors.
Too late; you hear the noises that become a familiar routine- the muffled cursing, the heavy, stumbling steps, glass smashing against a wall.
And there's nothing you can do but lie under your covers and wait for it to end.
