So, I haven't written in a while. Grade 12 has been significantly more late nights than any of the previous years. Also the school play, which I was lucky enough to land a (sort of?) lead role in, meant rehearsal after school until at least 5. Excuses aside, I've come back here to write something, even though it probably won't be great (I'm seriously out of practice) just so I can get back into the swing of things.
She lowers herself down onto the straw covered floor. She sits with her legs tucked neatly underneath her, so that her thin dress adequately covers her. The straw scratches her otherwise bare skin, but she pays it no attention. She closes her eyes and presses her hand up against the smooth surface of the glass barrier. It's cold, making her wonder if the temperature on the Outside had dropped. Surely it couldn't be winter already. Summer had only just arrived, and she definitely was not ready for the intense shivers that winter brought on. She listens to the wind whistle through the small cracks in the barrier. Sometimes she likes to pretend that the wind is talking to her, whispering stories to her about the Outside. She is listening to a story now when she feels something warm against the glass.
She opens her eyes. Staring back at her is a boy. He has strange eyes, silver as the moon, but something hidden beneath them. As she looks at him, he smiles a wide, toothy grin. He looks genuinely happy, she thinks. She wonders if he has been on the Inside for a long time. No one on the inside is happy unless someone from the outside is looking on. He uses his free hand to push his shaggy blonde out of his eyes, but it falls back almost instantly. She stares at him curiously, trying to figure out why he is like he is. Then, an eerily familiar alarm starts blaring. She starts to panic. Her heart is racing, she knows that this alarm means, but she can't quite believe it. She feels like she might throw up. She looks back at the boy, who looks confused.
She's not ready. She starts crawling back through the straw covered floor, desperate to put as much distance as possible between her and him. Once her back is up against the opposite wall, she can just make out the sign being displayed to the Outside.
Okay, so that is a thing that I did. I still don't know how I feel about it, because I wrote it over two weeks and kind of changed direction from what I had originally planned.
I'll try to post again next week, but I'm basically in exams so I might be too stressed.
Until next time,