escapethewar2
I pulled myself up on the windowsill, my arms shaking from the effort. I looked down to my friend, Ross, who was holding me up.
"A bit more leverage, if you wouldn't mind," I grunted, breaking a sweat.
"Well," he chuckled, his breath heavy, "how many doughnuts have you been eating, Kate?"
"Find the geometric mean of this..." my raven-haired teacher's voice trails off as I stare longingly out the window to look at the summer lit day. I could honestly care less about geometry at this moment.
"That's how she died, you know...she climbed up in the tree and then the branch broke and she fell." I marveled at my friend, Martha, who sat there with a very matter-of-fact expression on her face.
Deep under the water, I felt my lungs begin to burn. All around me, debris floated around - all the wreckage of the ship that had sunk alarming quickly. Through the dark void, I strained by bloodshot eyes to see the ships anchor, falling down into the depths.
This is the fourth time it's happened. I sit down on the noisy cot and sigh audibly. Another uncomfortable bed, another new home. Another let down.
Tumblr was getting a bit dull as of late. My dashboard had gotten horribly slow and the blue background of the site I saw every day was starting to bore me. Even the people on Tumblr were becoming less pleasant.
I struggle against my bindings, chaffing my wrists. "Damn," I mutter under my breathe and then exhale shakily. It's cold down here...wherever here is. It's dark - I can't see anything.
The smell of baked bread always excited me - lifted my spirits. Unfortunately, it can be said that my mother hasn't bothered to make bread for me since I was a child. I remember being too small to reach up and grab the blue glass jar of flour that my mother needed, and now the cupboard is a little less that a foot above my head.
It's strange. You'd think that after all this time, that someone would have found this garden and tried to clean it up - tear down the wild green vines that hang from the pale stone walls that are cracking to bits. But no, it's still a place of nature, unknown and undiscovered, and that's what terrifies me the most.
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