OUT sick

Early in the morning you check the time. It is 6:00. Usually you would start to get up and get ready for school. But, not this time. This time you are laying there on the bed. Still. Mom already left. Dad is about to get up and get dressed to go to work. Your sister is also getting dressed and is about to go downstairs to eat breakfast. You start to get dressed, but not to go to school. It is just to fool everyone. You take a shower, get dressed, brush your teeth, and get your backpack.

Your dad leaves and drives your sister to school. You, on the other hand, stay at home for a while because you have first period off. You tell your dad, "I'll walk to school in like 10 minutes, so I'll be fine." But, instead you lie and stroll right back to bed to catch up on some sleep. You start to figure out what to do and you wonder what everyone at school is doing right this instant.

At around 11-ish you leave the house to go for a walk around the block and you wonder what it feels like to go on the roof of your house. So, you go around the back of the house, walk on the porch. You feel ready. You feel energized and ready to just get on the roof. So, you climb the railing onto the roof of the sunroom or sunhouse or whatever its called. You climb on top of that. You are not on the top yet, but you are right in front of your room window. You start to remember all the times you snuck out the house and you remember the good times you had and the bad times you had. The base of the roof is about eye level. You think you are able to climb on there. You think everything will be fine, nothing will happen. It is okay. Both hand on the roof. You push on the roof and thrust yourself up. You pull up your whole body as if you are hopping a fence. You made it. You feel relieved, successful, and you feel powerful. You stand up and walk around the roof. You sit down. You start thinking in your head maybe you will eat lunch up here for today. The nice breeze. The cold, but not too cold, crispy air flowing through your lungs.

You start to get off the roof. You drop down to the sun roof. But, for some reason the porch feels farther than before. You jump down and you land. You start to feel pain in your ankle. You try to walk, but it hurts. You feel so much pain that you regret even going outside. You wonder, "Shit, what the hell am I gonna do?" So, you walk back inside the house. You put ice on it to see if it would feel better. But, it gets too cold. You start to rub and massage your foot as another way to make it feel better. You walk around with a limp around the house. It is about 12:45. You start to make lunch. Leftovers from last night? No. Maybe a sandwich instead. You make the sandwich and walk to the couch in front of the tv. You say to yourself, "So much for planning to eat lunch outside."