The Roof.The moon hangs over me, casting dim white light across the lawn. The grass below looks grey. The night air swirls my hair around in spirals. This would be the perfect setting for a new book, I think. But no, because I am already writing a book.
The roof is pretty comfortable, despite the wind chills and possibility to fall and break my neck/die. Only Rosie knows I come up here, and she's too chicken to join me. But that's fine, because I like being alone.
The window opens behind me and Rosie steps out carefully, the blanket from the living room wrapped around her. Her breaths come out in loud gasps.
"Hello." I say, staring back out at the sea of black.
"Hi." Rosie says, shakily.
"No offense, but why are you here?" I turn my head ever so slightly to look at her. She shrugs.
"I couldn't sleep."
"Why?" Rosie has always been the kind who gets 8 hours of sleep, no matter what.
"That's the thing. It doesn't make much sense to me, either." Rosie's voice has a childish ring to it, even though we're close in age. I'm only ten months older than her.
"Well, I'm going in." I say, standing up. She grabs my hand and her eyes become wide. "What?" I snap.
"You could fall." She barely whispers.
I jerk my hand back. "I'll be fine. Now go." I usher her in.
She goes in, and I start to follow but it feels like I'm being blown backwards. I stumble and feel my shoes touch the edge of the roof. My feet slip out from underneath me and I know I'm not doing it. It seems like all the wind is pulled out of my lungs. I fly backwards and have just enough time to grab the side of the roof.
Rosie already has my hands and is hauling me up. She lets out weird noises and I try with everything I can to get back on the roof.
Finally, I get back on. I gasp shard, pained breaths and lie back.
"I told you that you might fall!" She says, quietly but urgently.
"Pushed? By who?" She says, a little too loudly. Our parents might wake up.
"I don't know!" I sound crazy, beyond insane. I lay back on my bed and shove my face into my pillow, trying to figure out what it was. The wind. It has to be the wind.
Rosie goes to her bed across the room. She glares at me while getting under the blankets.
I pull the blankets over my face. Cold air circles me, and I realize we didn't close the window. I'm too tired and shaken up to get out of the bed, so I let myself drift off to the whistle of wind and chirp of the crickets.
I wake up, cold and stiff. I pull myself up, drowsily, and see the window still open. I get up and close it. My parents are going to chew us out for leaving it open. I look at Rosie's bed, which is empty. I sit back on my bed and pull out my phone. I open up the text messages and type one to my friend James.
"Hey. Are you awake?" It's 8. You never know with him. My phone chirps alive.
"I am now. Whatcha need, Autumn?" My stomach gets caught in a nest of butterflies. When he texts back, it's like everything else in the world can stop for all I care.
"Wanna go with my and Lana to the movies?" Lana is my best friend. I met her when we moved her 3 years ago.
He takes a minute to respond. "Yeah, when."
"The movie starts at 2, so maybe we can eat and do some shopping first."
"Cool. Meet you at the corner at 12."
I put my phone down, smiling. In my mind, this is like a date. But I know it's not because Lana will be there.
I run to my closet, literally run. I pull open the door and look for something summery. I grab a teal shirt and white shorts. I get ready and sit anxiously for the time to come.