I walked to Ruth's window and held the curtain aside. It was dark out.
"Hey Ruth, it's dark outside. I'd better go home now," I said.
Ruth turned around from her desk and looked at me. "Really? It feels like we didnt get here that long ago. "
"Yeah I know, but I'll get into trouble if I don't get home soon. Sorry, " I muttered as I grabbed my bag off her bed. "Its not like I want to leave."
I called a goodbye to Ruth as she closed the door behind me. Then I ran across the lawn. The sprinkler hissed and suddenly I felt cold water brush my ankles. I let out a shriek and jumped up. But when my feet hit the ground, I stumbled and fell, scraping my ankle against a stone hidden in the grass. I sat up and groaned in pain. Sighing, I attempted to brush the grass scuffs off my black conversation and peeled away the grass on my ankle left exposed by my rolled jean bottoms.
I was wearing tight high waisted blue jeans with rolled bottoms and a waist length off white sweater (like Nancys striped one) and a dark gray jacket with a folded collar. But now my entire outfit had a weird green tint to it.
I groaned. "For once can't I keep an outfit decent all day?!" I whined.
As I stood up, I observed a fairly large scrape on my ankle; it wasn't pretty, and it was covered by a layer of blood. I winced and limped towards the sprinkler, where I held my ankle out in front of it to wash it off.
"AH!" I cried as I leaped back from the sprinkler. "Fuck!" I grumbled. "Dang it, dang it, dang it- th-the DAMN SPRINKER!"
I backed away and held my ankle into weaker spray. 'I'm a complete idiot. Who puts there injured ankle right in front of a sprinkler? Those bitches hurt!'
At last I thought the wound was clean enough to not summon a bear or something so I turned and walked off, completely oblivious to the faint blood spots dripping down my ankle to the rocks.
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I'd been walking for some 20 minutes. I lived kinda far from Ruth so I didn't expect to be home for a while. 'Curse my dang mom for picking a house so damn far from the school,' I thought, kinda frustrated.
I felt something warm seep into my sock. I bent down and dabbed my finger against my sock. "What the hell....?" I murmured quietly as I observed my darkened fingers.
"Did someone fucking bleed on me?" I whispered. To myself, because I'm really lonely.
Then my hand brushed my ankle and I cringed. "Oh my- I'm such an idiot!" I cried. 'I have literally nothing to distract me and I still forget about my dang ankle?!'
I sighed and rubbed my sleeve against my wound, completely staining the light gray fabric because I'm an idiot and don't think about things before I do them.
After a semi- long sesson of me cursing myself out for being a complete idiot, I continued on.
'I'm so stupid,' I thought. 'I shouldn't have stayed at Ruth's for so long because now I have to walk ages in the dark to get home!'
I became increasingly aware of how creepy it was to be walking beside a forest in the night with literally no one. 'I'm gonna die,' I thought for absolutely no reason.
At that moment I heard a loud crack behind me. I whipped around, my breath billowing into the air. "Hello?" I called out.
A weird, sort of clicking sound circled around me followed by an even louder snap. I turned around again, my heart speeding up. 'I'm really gonna fucking die.'
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