She had finished her coffee and had listened to all of the Alexander Hamilton playlist and had reread The Cellar three times now. She sighed and decided that it was time to leave. 27 minute conversation. Fuck that. It was a 42 minute ride home. Ride. She laughed. It wasn't a ride. It was a walk. And a FUCKING freezing one at that. She looked at her phone the numbers 8:39 glowed up at her in bright white. Great. Not only was it freezing, she'd missed curfew by an hour and a half. Groaning I walked out the door listening to the jingle of the bells as the door snapped shut. I stuffed my hands deep in my pockets and blew small clouds of air out in front of my
Mouth. I giggled. It made me look like I was smoking, me? Smoking? I was the goody two shoes of the grade, oh who was I kidding, I was the goody two shoes of the school. I still had fun faking it though, I slid my fingers in front of my mouth pulled them away and blew. I kept walking, putting one foot in front of the other, letting my black coat and white scarf fly behind me. Damn this breeze was cold. I slid into the crowds of people wandering around and used my vagabond of a demenur to lead me home.
