Tag: sneaking out

  • Teenage Escape Plan

    Teenage Escape Plan

    I woke to warm, gooey air smothering me even though the ceiling fan was spinning on high. Dangling lightpulls smacked and banged the glass globe with each rotation of the blades. The base of the fan swayed and groaned, ready to jump from its screws in the drywall any second. I blinked, trying to focus…