Hey y'all! Well I know its been awhile, but this is the first time I've had access to the computer in a long time. So I snatched the opportunity and wrote this for u! more of a filler chapter, but I think you'll love it still. I do, heheh. O ya, I have a new story. Supernatural. Its really awesome/paranormal/creepy. Check it ooouuut!On with it! Oh and s/o at the end.
For a moment, relief flowed through my body, and I exhaled a shaky breath. Ok, here comes the hardest (and most awkward) part. I took a deep breath, and held it. Pushing my hands and foot firmly against the gutter, I began to turn upwards. Desperately I gasped for air, an odd choking sound coming out of my mouth as I did. "Come…on…," I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes, giving one final shove of my foot.
Feeling a sandpaper-like substance on the palms of my hands, I opened my eyes. Sky, most gorgeous sky you've ever seen, swirled in warm hues of the desert and fire and violet roses. I wrenched my eyes from the breath-taking view, and averted my eyes to the ground, propping myself up on one elbow on top of the awning. Well, Brady seemed upset enough, dancing his little frustrated dance down on the ground. He pounded his fist against his hand and stomped his feet on the ground, muttering something I couldn't understand. Curiously, I leaned forward and peered below the gutter, and tried to laugh as his gang stood still, staring, mouths agape. By tried, I mean instead of an airy chuckle coming from my diaphram, a hideous, scratchy, coughing noise emerged from my throat.
Suddenly I didn't feel so victorious anymore, clutching my stomach as I leaned down onto my back. Closing my eyes, I heard scuffling noises, meaning the bullies finally decided to abandon mission. A few minutes later, I slowly opened my eyes, pulling my sickly-feeling self together. My gaze left the expertly painted sky, and lowered as I felt a stingy pain on my palm. I was suddenly caught off guard, and I jerked my body up, staring at my blood soaked clothes and the little puddles of red liquid pooling around me. "Oh crap," I groaned, clutching my stomach and twisting my body to dry-heave over the edge of the roof. When I was done, I stayed in that position, my acidic, raw throat and stinging aching limbs calling tears to my eyes. I inhaled deeply for about the tenth time that evening, and prepared my body for about a gazillion jolts of electric pain. No matter how it feels, you will do this, I told myself. 1…2…3… now! Ignoring the vault of nausea in my stomach and swimminess in my head, not to mention the gazillion jolts of electric pain shooting through my limbs (like I oh-so- expertly predicted), I flipped over and crawled on my knees to the glass window I've been thinking about ever since I pulled myself up here. Shielding my eyes from the reflection of the sunset, I peered inside Olive's window. Nothing unusual, her desk, her bed, her book bag. Wait! I averted my gaze back to the lump bag sitting on Olives bag. How can her book bag be here if she isn't? I thought. That's it, she IS here! Unexpectedly, a new strength flowed through my body as I pounded my fists on the glass, yelling Olive's name.
"Olive, OLIVE, are you there, can you here me? Hey, I'm out here, Olive HELP!" I screamed into the glass. After a minute of fruitless effort, I lay my forehead down on the window, fogging up the glass with my shallow breaths, feeling defeated. I thought, Sleep… I must… sleep, as my energy high left me, causing me to feel an ever-so-urgent need for rest. I knew my mind was blanking out, and just as I was closing my eyes, a familiar voice rung through my ears. "Hey," I murmured, recognizing the voice, but not knowing why it sounded so muffled. Suddenly, I felt a warm hand grasp my arm and the cool sensation from the glass left my forehead, and a whooshing sensation as if I was being pulled into a breeze. I tried to step, but I couldn't, and fell into an arm waiting to catch me. The last thing I remember, is a soft, fabric-y material against my palms, and a comfortable sinking sensation. Oh yeah, and a familiar blue eyed face, hovering with concern over mine. Then, tiredness overwhelms me, and I drift into a dark, dreamless sleep.
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