TWEEK POV:
My clock beeped and I was jolted awake. I sprung up and looked all around. It was just my alarm clock.
I could still feel my hurt racing as I shut it off and groaned away. I'm so tired
I slipped out my door and tiptoed down the hall and down the stairs. I went as quietly as I could not wanting to make a sound.
The stair creaked loudly underneath my step and I bit my lip and perked up my ears listening. Nothing. A sigh of relief escaped my lips.
I pulled on my black vans and my brown coat. Looking one last time behind me before I pulled the door open and slipped out the door.