-DID ANYONE ELSE READ SCHEHERAZADE?
it's beautiful. read the little text caption on the bottom left.
GUYS SERIOUSLY THO.
BH. GET THEM STORIES IN.
this story for tomorrow btw.
Leak in the ceiling.
Tic. Tic. Splat.
Tic. Tic. Splat.
You know those ominous moments in a scary story when the girl finds the dead sister in the bathroom or whatever? That's what it felt like at Briar's Hollow. The slow soft whir of the murky drops of water from the ceiling over my bed let out a little chime as it fell into the iron pail sitting underneath it. Ting tang, bang-a-lang.
"HEY SWEETUMS!" Kent almost shrieked, snapping me out of my reverie and plopping lazily onto a velvety armchair, its stuffing spilling out revoltingly from a tear on the side.
"Let's bounce, 'ight homey?" kent chewed aimlessly on what seemed like a piece of gum. Her cockney accent clashed with the way she was speaking. I winced a bit.
"Why are you talking like that?"
I pulled a shirt of mine from underneath her, and she fell onto the creaky ground.
"Fucker," she giggled and pulled herself back up.
"Let's go. Outta Briar's Hollow."
I raised my eyebrows. "Why?" and smiled. "What are we pulling this time?". She grabbed onto the sleeve of my shirt, and tossed my yellow raincoat over her shoulder.
"Come on, into the woods, my flatulent chrysentemum."
"Tripping over rocks and giggling over soggy socks,
Oh what a thrill to be young,
to dance tongue-to-tongue!"
Adela sloshed some milk-and-vodka on her leather booties.
"Oh fuck," she giggled.
"My darling tarttttttty lady friend!" I trilled, "Those sodden hearts, may they mend!"
"Let's whisper the night away," Adela barely whispered, between raucous laughs and sips of her drink, "I enjoy vodka, LET ME SAY!"
I flintered off and uttered a little slip of a chuckle.
"THAT WAS SO BAD!" I shrieked.
"Girls, keep it down," reminded Helena, "they're not supposed to find us."
Her Harry Potter book was tucked safely underneath her arm, like always.
"Oh my kidneys," i sighed, "they're going to die young. WITH ME!"
Adela burst into hysterical laughter, alongside Penn, Narcissa, and Adora, who had actually decided to come along for once.
I intertwined my hand with Adela.
There was that glisten of a moment when I could see the drunkeness yet the honesty in Adela's limp hold of my hand, so I let her lean on my shoulder.
"Mm...mmjajbabyjane....you're so...you'rekinda..." she left a slick slime of drool over my knitted sweater.
Somehow though, I couldn't shake her off. The other girls sauntered off into the woods, but Adela and I, we sat down next to a tree stump, in the eeriness of falling night with its dusty skies and cawing noises.
"I love you, Adela," I muttered.
"Yeah...," Adela buried her head into my lap, "yeah me too."