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. . .I woke up drenched in sweat.

*Pant*. . .*Pant*. . .*Pant*

I felt something wet

I pulled up my covers

Seriously?! How old am I now?

I looked at my clock

11:55

I was two hours late for my first day of school.

I scrambled to get ready.

A sock here

Pants there

Finally, I managed to get dressed.

While fixing my crooked tie in the mirror, I was reminded of my past.

A scar.

I proceeded to walk out the door when I remembered 

"MY KEYS!" 

I fumbled with my door handle but to no avail.

How the hell am I supposed to get inside now?

*sigh*

 The window.

I paced myself down the old wooden stairs of my apartment complex when it had occurred to me that I had just walked down three flights of stairs.

*sigh*

When I got outside, there it was.

My rickety window from the fourth floor.

How the hell am I supposed to get up there?

It took me awhile but I finally found an old pipe that lead to the gutters of the roof.

Do I have to climb? Come on man, it up. You need those keys. But. . .

I put one foot on it and a shingle fell on my head.

It was ceramic by the way.

"OWWWWWW!"

In my frustration, I kicked the pipe and another shingle fell. . .

After my tantrum I attempted to climb the pipe again.

Good, no shingles fell this time.

I worked my way up and—

"HEY YOU OVER THERE!"

I turned around holding onto the windowsill, my knees weak.

It was a girl that I've never seen before.

"STOP RIGHT THERE ERT O-OR I'LL CALL THE COPS!"

Oh crap.

I opened the window and somersaulted my way in.

If I was in the Olympics it would have been a perfect 10

From outside I heard

"HELP! A ERT GOT INTO MY ROOM!"

For one, I don't even know you.

Two, I am NOT a ert.

And three, this is my—

I was in a room with floral wallpaper, surrounded by stuffed animals.

In the center of that room was a half- girl with a towel wrapped around her.

The book she was holding slowly slipped out of her hand.

~*Awkward Silence*~

Oh , this is bad. What do I do? What do I say? What can I say?! Screw that, where the hell am I?!

"Umm. . ."

 

To be continued. . .