The Other Side

Trapped...

This is gonna be the best day of my li-I-if
My li-I-I-I-I-I-if
Oh oh oh
...
         I woke up to my alarm blaring the only thing that is encouraging in my day. Well, it's encouraging up until my evil step mom walks to the door yelling, " HEY! TURN THAT DOWN AND EAT YOUR FOOD!!!"

           I listen because otherwise I will get a beating on my back. (Trust me I know from experience) I already have 5 slashes of bruised lines down my back.

             I have to force myself to swallow the moldy and rotten food I am given. It tastes like something you threw up, and then ate it again.

I know. Gross.

             Anyways, you probably want to know more about me, Percy Wasay. (Waa-say)

In my small room, I'm always alone. I don't have a phone to talk to people and I don't have any friends. I commonly get on my creaky bed and bawl from loneliness. The few things I have are 3 books that I have read at least 50 times each out of boredom, paper, a pencil, a pencil sharpener, and my most prized possession, my alarm clock. I can change the songs for my wake up call and I can play music. Even if it's only 5 stations I can get reach of from it. I also have a giant window that seems to purposely haunt me from the blue sky's and greener grass than I can ever imagine.

I have one bath but it is always dirty and my room, no matter how hard I try, always has a grime I can't get off. The walls are tattered and the floor boards are so creaky that I almost never get quiet. Not to mention, that I only have one light bulb. But that doesn't bother me. I have a window that guides me to the other side of it. If only I could cross.

When I have tried to make my room look at its best and tried to bathe, I stare out the window dreaming of a job and having friends. I dream how it would feel if I had someone to love me and care for me sense I've never had any love before. The love of friendship is all I ask for.

"I wish I could go outside of this window," I said in a whisper just in case my step mom was next to the door listening.

                All of the sudden I was free falling down from where my window was. After about 5 minutes of free falling and being scared for my life I was caught. My mind had to process what just happened. After a moment, I looked left. Then right. But I didn't see anyone. I looked down and I realized I was caught from a net. Looks like there was construction. Thank goodness.

                  I attempted to get down when I saw a girls hand reaching out to me. I was so confused. What do I do with it?

                   "W-what do I do with your hand?" I asked quite awkwardly.

                   "You take it and I help you down," she replied with a giggle.

                    After she helped me down we exchanged names. Her name is Andrea Jenson. She asked why I ended up on the net. I wondered how I got here too. She then demanded we get coffee.

                     "What's coffee?" I asked interested.

                      "What?! You don't know what
coffee is? Where have you been? Locked in a room with no way out?" She said the last part jokingly and I looked down. With a frown on my face.

                      " oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" She said after she saw my expression.

                      "It's fine." I replied. I attempted at looking happier and more excited. I think it worked. After we finished with the coffee, it was late. And I had no where to go.