• Feeling the water against you’re legs, feeling the weight of the world in your own hands. Walking into the darkness, smelling that awful smell, which you find out a couple minutes later, it was beer. I always hated taking out the trash for that reason. Its not hard rinsing out the glass bottle and putting in the trash. Oh how taking out the trash annoyed me so. I ran back inside, our back light didn’t work, so you couldn’t really see anything, unless you hit it with your own foot. Ow how that would hurt.

    Few moments later I was laying in my bed, finishing reading Harry Potter for the Thirteenth time.

    I stopped reading a moment or an hour later, it felt nice nearing you’re last hours of being 15. Hoping being 16 would be better, I wasn’t very liked by everyone in school. All the ‘weird people’ as some would put it. Yea I was weird, but I enjoyed it very much. I was laying on my bed, not wondering why I was classified under ‘weird’ at school, but how I can re-read Harry Potter for the Thirteenth time.

    I closed the book, not leaving my book mark in there. I felt like such a book worm, but I was. Sighing I finished my English homework, by reading Tale of Two Cities. How much did I hate that book! After reading only a sentence, I throw it down and quickly turn my light off. I did not want to read that book. I laid in the darkness, the only light was coming through my window, barely. I can hear the little clicks of my dogs feet against the hard floor outside my bedroom. He pushed the door open, with his nose, Yes. I always liked it being a little open from one of the two to come in and sleep with me. “Coming to sleep with you’re ’mom’?” I tease my dog, him most likely ignoring the question I asked. I didn’t notice who came in, oh boy, little grumpy did tonight. Opening the blanket a little, telling him to go under it like he always does, to be warm.
    I don’t notice I was laying in my bed in the darkness, light now coming from the cracked door of my room. It was about 11:24 PM when I looked at my clock. Something felt good, like tomorrow will be a good day. I hope I was right. I closed my eyes, relaxing, hoping for the darkness to sweep over me and let me sleep.