Avariella looked up at the sky. There was a very small chance for sun at this time of the year. It kind of, in a way, resembled her everyday mood. Cloudy with the fifteen percent of sun. She looked up again. There was a small patch of blue. She smiled and thought to herself, Hey, look, a small patch of hope is left. I smirked.
"Avariella? Avariella?!" said a witch-like voice. She gasped and tried to recall what time it was. "Avariella! I'm calling you! Come here now or I'll call the Peacekeepers to get you!!" She's mad.... and of course I'm two hours late.
She rolled her eyes and ran back to the house.
* * *
"Where were you? You were five hours late to dinner!" only 2 hours... "I'm taking care of you so you must listen to me! When i say come back at three 'o' clock then you come at three 'o' clock!" Avariella's aunt's wrinkles scowled. She looked away. It was a disturbing sight to see when you were eating. "Explain yourself, miss Hameen." Her aunt yelled.
"I was..." getting distracted? Wait, no, that's a bad idea. Think of something!! "I was... watching the sky." Wonderful. That'll get me nowhere.
"And what does the sky teach you?"
"To obey what I'm told, to learn my manners, and to go to bed now." She cautiously looked up.
"Well then," Her aunt raised her hands. "SHOO!" She waved her hands at Avariella.
* * *
When her aunt was having her four 'o' clock nap, Avariella snuck out. She climbed onto the roof of their house and sat there, lying on the shingles under the orange sunset. She closed her eyes.
She felt something furry under her fingers and opened her eyes again. What time is it? The sky said it was about four-thirty. What was under her fingers? She heard a small squeak and looked to her right. "Squeak." Her pet mouse, Squeakers, --- whom she had named when she was very young --- squeaked again. Avariella laughed. It felt good. She hadn't laughed like that in a while.
She decided to climb down and hit the ground with a soft thud. She looked around. Nobody had heard her. She tiptoed to her house. Thud. Shuffle. Squeak. She heard and tripped over a rock. She rubbed her chin and saw a little smear of blood. She took her sleeve and wiped some blood away. I'm dead of Aunt Manda finds out.
"Why love if there's nothing left to love?