Hour hand

Prologue

"Come on! Hurry up Ann!" Raina yelled from the bottom of the spiral stair case.
"Shhhhh!" Were going to get caught if you keep yelling at me! I whispered. We were in the clock tower doing one of the weirdest things of our lives: trying to get one of the hands off the clock in our pj's at 2 AM. Why you may ask?  Well, have you ever thought about having a giant clocktower's hand hanging in your room? No? Just us? Well, ok then.

I opened up one of the hatches on the clock's front and looked outside at the town bellow me. It wasn't a very large town compared to others but it took up our whole island. We lived on a small island high in the sky above the ground. Once I- "What's taking you so long up there?" Raina loudly whispered. "I don't know what hand to take!" I said back to her. "Take the hour hand it might be the easiest to get off because it's smaller." She said. I agreed.
"Ok, but I'm going to need your help holding so it doesn't fall when we try to take it off."

An hour later we were carrying the hour hand home hoping Raina's parents hadn't noticed we were gone. I had been living with Raina's family ever since my parents went missing when I was 5 years old. I wasn't as upset as I should have been because I was so young, I barely remembered them so it didn't really bother me. The only thing about it that did bother me though was that I didn't know why they had left me.

We crept through the window into our bedroom where we pushed the hour hand under our bunk bed for until we could figure out where to put it and how to tell Raina's parents how and where we got it. After that we crashed into bed and slept deeply for at least a few hours.