I hurry down the hallway, my bare feet are freezing against the cold, hardwood floor. I wish I put slippers on, but I was so excited, I didn't even consider it. Eh, I've done worse (like being set on fire).
I see the door to the staircase leading to the roof and press the button that makes it slide open. As I walk up the concrete stairs, I notice that I am strangely calm. I don't have the adrenaline in my veins I felt earlier at the interview, maybe I'm getting used to this or maybe I'm just tired.
But that goes into the thought trash bin because I'm reaching the top of the stairs, will he be up here?
I step on to the roof and feel a slight breeze that probably just tangled my lose hair, but that is the least of my worries, because I don't see him up here. Am I early? Guess I'll have to find out.
I've always had insomnia since my father died, I guess I just didn't feel safe, so it doesn't bother me if I stay up here for a while.
*Time Skip*
After waiting a while, with no worry in my mind, I am actually beginning to consider that they drugged me. Why would I be this calm?
I lean over the edge, looking at the colorful crowds below and I can faintly make out the force field. What happens if somebody jumps? Do they get shocked like Peeta did in the Quarter Quell, or do they just get propelled back on to the roof? Wait a moment, am I considering actually jumping? Hell no.
I slam my palm against my forehead and shake my head.
10 more minutes
Leaning against the railing.
20 more minutes
Becoming very interested in chipping away my nail polish.
30 more minutes
Sitting on the ground, with my chin in my hands and my elbows resting on my legs.
40 minutes
Lying down and looking at the stars that I can't see.
50 minutes
I stumble down the stairs because my legs are tired, in disappointment. I really thought he would be here by now.
Something moves right in front of my face and SMACK! I walk right into it and fall on my butt, painfully.
"What the h-" I look up. "Ohh...Hi!"
I hope he can't see my cheeks turn red. (Wow! I'm thinking like a teenager again.)
I can't see his whole face, but I can read the embarrassment in his bright blue eyes. I could have laughed if I didn't have something serious to do.
Sorry. Cliffhanger. Short Chapter. 10:30 PM. To Be Continued. :P :P :P LMAO. XD
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