"Ouch!" I yell, as hot liquid pours from the wooden spoon, over my arm, and inside my pain grey shirt.

Great! This is what happens when you don't listen to your mom. Before she...passed away, she had made plenty of efforts to sculpt my knowledge around cooking. Being the adventurous kid I was, I had absolute no interest in mixing up random spices, and vegetables.

Not that I ever thought I needed to. The pea sized brain I unfortunately had for a section of my life, just thought I could order takeout everyday three times a day. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't that bad of a cook, when the circumstances consisted of me being the one eating my own food, but when it came to someone else....

"How do you not know how to make soup?" Chris stretched out, shaking his head while he and my dad stood at the door way, arms crossed. They didn't even bother to help, but were more than happy to insult me.

"I don't like soup okay!" It was all slimy, smooth, and- and you shouldn't get me started, because once I get started the list of my sensible reasons could put google to shame.

I put down the wooden spoon, on the white marble top, and quickly rushed to the sink pouring cold faucet water on me. Then I quickly ran out of our spacious kitchen, and rushed into the bathroom nit bother to close the door.

With my clothes still on, I jumped into the tub, and twisted the handle to get ice cold water pour straight down on me. After getting over the initial shock of the coldness, I sighed in relief.

I wish there was school today, but it had been cancelled because of the shooting. If there was school, I would at least get a chance to think of a lame excuse, but an excuse nonetheless, as to why I couldn't call them. Even if I had a whole day to do.

My punishment wasn't that bad, because really Chris and my dad couldn't say no to my pouty face, to any pouty face really. Only my mom could do that. So I just got doing something I absolutely dreaded, but still could manage to do without killing myself.

Instead of going back to the kitchen, I go upstairs to my room.

My eyes slowly scanned the interior of my room; plain grey walls with posters plastered in every direction, of books and movies, a floor length mirror, and a bed with black comforters.

I plop down on my bed, twisting my head, anticipating the satisfying cracks.

Slowly but surely, the silent atmosphere was hypnotizing me, and putting my my both metal and physical self into a deep slumber. But nothing good ever lasted in this world, for me anyways, because just when I thought I would actually get a good dose of sleep, my phone went off.

I would just ignore it, if I could but I couldn't. I was one of those people that couldn't ignore the small stuff, and especially since I don't get messages. From anyone besides Chris, and occasionally my dad.

I rolled down from my bed, landing with a thud, and eagerly slammed my hand onto the nightstand feeling around for my phone. When I opened the message, it read 'Unknown.' I don't know why or how, but something in my mind instantly clicked and made me think that this was Alex.

I don't know how he managed to get my number.

xxx-xxx-xxxx
I think I deserve a thank u, don't u think?

[email protected]
What do u want now?!

xxx-xxx-xxxx
How rude! I just saved ur a$$, and everyone else's too!

[email protected]
What are you talking about? U didn't save anyone's a$$

xxx-xxx-xxxx
I DID! How do people have such bad memory 🙄

[email protected]
Stop being annoying Alex. Why r u even texting me?
Do u not remember what u said that day? Enemies, that's exactly what we are.
Now bye.

xxx-xxx-xxxx
Unless I grew a penis overnight without being aware of the disfunction, I'm not Alex -_-

[email protected]
Then who r u? 😐

xxx-xxx-xxxx
Kyla duh!

[email protected]
Oh.

xxx-xxx-xxxx
YEAH OH.

[email protected]
Well thanks!

xxx-xxx-xxxx
Ur welcome ;)

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Question: how'd u get my number?

xxx-xxx-xxxx
I have my ways :p

After that, I decided there was nothing more to say. But instead of going back to bed, and continue with my almost deep slumber, I decided it was time for a little more action. Not that I haven't got any for the past few days, but it wasn't the kind I was looking for.

I grab my black jacket, the knife under my bed, some comfy back sweat pants, and my black bandana. After crushing my ridiculously annoying paper mask, I decided I needed a new....style? I needed a new way of becoming undiscoverable. Although if I do get caught; which let's hope I don't, I have a feeling Alex will already know who I am.

Digging through my closet, I look at my choice of foot wear; which I don't have a lot of. I feel like one of those girls who wake up at five o'clock in the morning just to do their makeup and pick out their clothes. To say i was anything close to them, is a huge lie.

Not saying theirs anything wrong with getting.....'dolled up,' but when you do to impress someone, for popularity, or to get into someone's pants...let's just say, I have a very specific opinion about people like that.

I take out red heals disregarding my black boots which I wear on a daily basis, and black converse, which I also wear on a daily basis. I already have a feeling these are definitely going to make me regret my decision on wearing them, but I'm trying to settle into that badass woman kinda vibe. And what better way to do that than wear bright red heals, that clash with everything.

Next step: jump out the window since clearly I could be considered grounded, which means walking out the door like a normal person, is a big no.

The complication of this situation is that, I've never jumped out a window before. The advantage I do seem to have is that I can easily get out story by story because of our modern design.

Taking a deep breath, I open my windows, and a hush of wind blows right into my face. I still on the windowsill, telling my self to focus on the similar grey house next to ours instead of where I could end up if I don't watch my step. I gulp.

When I'm ready to do drop myself, my fingertips being the only thing holding me up, and my dangling against the wall, I let go. I start worrying when I don't feel my heels against the a hard surface, but when it comes, I don't expect it, causing me to fall straight onto my bottom.

You know what? I'll take it.

I do the same thing again, twice, before I'm finally sprawled across the yellowing grass in relief. I don't understand nor want to understand how that was the first time I've ever jumped out of a window, but at least I can say I've done it now. If anyone ever happens to ask, which I highly doubt due to my hate for talking to strangers.

I seemed to have a second voice that was created by a mind other than mine, because when it says, 'Alex's a stranger, but you don't seem to mind talking to him.' I am gasping in disbelieve, not at the voice, but how in the world it could ever be possible that it's true.

I don't seem to mind talking to him at all. In fact, I can say I've had many disputes with him already, way to many for someone like me.

Now to find his house by walking. My feet seem to carry by remembering the path I often stared down on when riding in a helicopter. Although that's not how I found his house. The way I found his house is how all the rivalry started. It could hardly be called rivalry though, because it was one sided of coarse.

I was in 4th grade, and he invited me to his birthday party after pouring his juice box on me, purposely. I was naive, and because my two former best friends were going, I wanted to go with them too, thinking I would actually have fun. Turns out he only invited my to embarrass me in front of everyone after I 'farted' on his cake.

I cried that day.

But I also punched him in the face. I had badas$ in my blood since the day I was born.

I wait for the sign on the road to turn into the walking signal, noticing how no one else was walking alone on the sidewalks like how you could say I was doing. Well actually, they weren't walking alone because they weren't walking at all, the sidewalks were empty, and so were the streets except for the occasional cars.

When I finally reached the massive building, I just stared at it for a second. The lights outside illuminated the whole building itself, and it just....stood out in the night He must feel like a king living there. I scuff. To bad his personality doesn't suit this mansion.

I couldn't see the guards faces, but I couldn't take any chances. Although if anyone of them ended up being like baldy, there would be nothing to worry about. But like I said, I can't take my chances.

I go around towards the back, where I don't think I could be easily spotted, and start climbing the fence. On the other side, I jump down with nothing but absolute grace; I've gotten my fair share of practice.

As quickly as I can, I We I've through the lot of trees. There were so many, it was almost like there was a mini forest in here, but it worked to my advantage. It was not only dark, but I could hide behind one of these trees with nothing but ease.

When I finally reach the end of the building. I spot my target. Alex's room.

Do you really think a 4th grader could go inside this mansion, and not tour it?

I grin, and start making my way up the branches leading up to the balcony connected to his room. When my heels reach its smooth surface, I can't help but think, I've actually made it.

Is this how teenagers feel like when they sneak out to parties?

Probably not, this is way better.

This is the moment. It's perfect, and I doubt he's even there seeing as how the lights in his room are off. I feel my hand place themselves onto the handles of the wooden doors, and slowly open them. But the excitement I felt inside me was gonna just like that, which makes me wonder when I started to feel it in the first place.

Oh shît?

Sorry for the extra long chapter 😅