I woke up this morning to dull skies and a cold breeze outside. The soil smelled damp and the concrete was soaked. (I guess it rained..) I love waking up to these kinds of mornings. I open up the window and let all of the earthy smells pour into the room. People hate the rain and love the hot days, but I love the rain and hate the hot days. Rain makes me feel...refreshed. It's strange actually. The sheets on the bed felt cold this morning, and it really gets me awake. Oh! Should I post little pieces of my story at a time? I'll post one today, and if you like it...tell me so I can keep posting it. (so far there's about 1,628 words)
"Strips of sunlight crept through Chase’s window
blinds. He squinted and his eyes slowly widened as he adjusted to the light. He
sat up like a vampire rising from his coffin, then stretched. He let out a few
yawns and slid his legs off the edge of the bed. He sat there for a moment, and
then he rose up with some effort. His legs felt heavy as he shuffled toward the
restroom. Just as every morning he stared thoughtfully at his reflection in the
mirror. He tried to manage a grin, but it faded quickly. He had been living
with the Bern’s for the past seven years, and he was tired of their snootiness.
They were his adopted parents and today he was running away. This brought a smile
to his face. He grabbed his toothbrush and his winter green toothpaste and
spread the green mush onto the bristles of his brush. The paste turned to foam
and he rinsed his mouth. Chase’s teeth were white and practically perfect. His
dark hair flipped naturally to the left, but this morning it was utterly
sloppy. He removed his comb from the medicine cabinet and thoroughly swept it
through his slightly thick hair. He looked at himself once more and shot
himself a longing look. He exited the bathroom and turned out the light. His
weight (which isn’t very much) made the old floor of the top floor hall creak.
He tiptoes so he didn’t awaken his “mother and father.” A loud creak came from
beneath his feet and he winced. He opened one eye and scanned the room. He let
out a sigh of relief and continued walking back to his room. He strode directly
to his closet and chose a dark green long sleeved shirt. He opened his drawer
and pulled a pair of denim blue jeans. He slid them on and pulled on a pair of
winter boots. Banff was a rather cold place in the fall... He removed his thick
winters coat from the hanger and put it on. Walking downstairs, he made sure he
was cautious and alert. He reached the foot of the stairs and searched for any
movement around him. He inched toward the pantry and grabbed a whole ham, some
fruit, and a week's worth of crackers. He continued back for the refrigerator
and grabbed two gallons of water, and a quart of juice. He placed all of them
in his backpack, along with a lighter, papers, a blade, rope, and a pencil or
two. He ran lightly toward the door, unlocked it, and opened it. He froze and
closed his eyes. He took in fresh natural air and stepped outside. He quietly
shut the door behind him and locked it back with his screwdriver."
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