I look up from the computer screen, my mouth shaped a perfect 'o'.
"Row? Is something happening because you keep blocking me out?" Hannah asks through the phone.
"Han, something come up, I'll call you later yeah?" Before she can respond I hang up the phone call.I was so surprised by your food fight for one today I thought I'd also surprise you - A: Unknown number.
Going back over to my window I wave my phone at Alex signalling that I had seem his film production feature.
"Well? Did you enjoy my surprise?" He called from his own house.
"The words rubbish quality are the ones that first come to mind," I smite.
"Wasn't much I could do in that department, we had to book the dancer last minute," He shrugs as his smirk morphs into a wicked grin.
"If the film isn't shot properly then the dancer has no chance," I retort, mirroring his shrug.
"Would you like me to come over and we can do a re-shoot?" Alex raises his eyebrows at me.
"Seriously?" I exclaim, before I slam my window shut and draw the curtains. I make a mental note to ensure that I triple check that they are closed before I change.Taking myself over to my bed I power up my laptop determined to create some sort of master plan for revenge.
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I sit, waiting. A black balaclava in hand. A childish gesture as to what I am about to do, but nevertheless it's giving me great confidence for what I'm about to do. I get the part. Gingerly getting out of my own bed, I feel the need to sneak even in my own house to my curtains which I peak through as a surveillance measure. Recorded in my notebook on my desk, by 12:30 Alex Rossa had turned his lights off, and so an hour later, currently, at 1:30 I am certain that he must be asleep.
I steady my breath. Here goes nothing. Clenching onto the fabric, I open my curtains fully and open my window as far as it can go. Come on Rowan you can do this. I pull my balaclava over my head and adjust it accordingly. Carefully, I swing my legs out of the window and onto the sill outside. The cold night air instantly attacks me. I feel like I am watching my first horror movie all over again. The suspense is killing me, my heart is hammering so hard it could quite easily explode out of my chest. Breathe. I pull the rest of my body out until only my hand holding the handle is left inside.
I begin to shiver violently. What am I thinking? I'm going to get myself killed. I look down at the drop between where I am now, and the floor. Oh god. I am going to die. I am going to fall and hit the floor with a disgusting splat. This will be the end of Rowan Steele.
I think back to the video, and the cause for putting myself in this ridiculous amount of danger.
They say revenge is sweet. Let's hope I get to taste it.
I take the plunge and jump. Not gracefully, nor elegantly, but, I jump. For a few seconds I am weightless in the air. Then I land on my feet on the other side. I do a mini celebratory dance before I lose my footing and almost fall to my death. I stifle a scream by shoving my hand in my mouth. Looking at the peculiar situation I had put my hand in I slowly retract it before whipping it onto my trousers.
To my delight, Alex's window is still wide open, just as before. Silently, I slip in and land softly on the springy carpet of his room. From my back pocket I bring out a trusty marker pen. Quietly, I make my way over to Alex's bed. His face looks so carefree as he sleeps. Not the smirking look he usually has glued to his face. I take off the lid of the pen and start my piece of art.
A few minutes later and I'm done. I feel proud of my work, my artistic talent is somewhat limited, but I have achieved what I set out to do. I add one more dot to my canvas and study it a final time before placing the lid back into the pen. Sneakily, I grab my phone from my back pocket and snatch a picture of this moment that I'm sure I shall cherish for the rest of time. Then, I make my way back to the window.
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Not Your Cinderella
Teen FictionNOW ON HINOVEL! Rowan Steele, 17, a normal student. Alex Rossa, the Mr Popular of the school. One night, Rowan wakes up from her beauty sleep to the sound of frantic banging on the door. After stomping angrily down the stairs she opens the door to...