A habit that I had was waking up at five am. Weekday or weekend, I could guarantee that I would be up. Usually I would just lie in bed until I had to get up but today I didn't.
I had school in about four hours so I had time to go relax at the tree house for an hour.
I took a quick shower, blow dryed my brown mess of hair and changed into a tee-shirt and skinny jeans.
The time was five am when I was about to leave, the sun just finished rising. My parents had left for a business trip the night before so I didn't worry about that.
I left for the tree house with my in-ear phones in. Only a few people were awake, mostly dog walkers who had work later on in the day.
It didn't take long to get to the tree house, about 15 minutes. I climbed up the ladder, dropping my backpack in the corner. It seemed less calm than usual. I ignored the feeling and sat in the corner.
I turned my music off, leaning my head back against the wall and closing my eyes. The only sounds were my steady breathing and paper flapping in the gentle breeze.
Wait.
My eyes shot open and scanned the tree house. Nothing out of the ordinary. I stood up, attempting to find the source of the sound. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a piece of paper attached to a tree.
I grabbed my backpack and jumped down. Setting the backpack on the floor, I began climbing up the tree. After several slips, and 2 drops down I managed to grab the note.
Lizabeth,
Puberty hit you like a truck.
-M