Flash back: suddenly I'm nine again I laid with my hair fanned out around my head on the roof of my appartment. The stars were white against the denim canvas of the sky. I could see all the constellations. Something Grammy Echo taught me. And another thing she pointed out, Earth. The big multicolored globe in the sky. And that was when I decided I was gonna get Grammy home. No. Matter. What. I remember sneaking back in through the window over my kitchen counter. The curtains billowing around like in a scary movie Mommy and I watched. The counter had been cold to my skin through my thin PJs. I slid on my socks across the floor silently and into my carpeted room. I pulled a canvas bag out from the shelves in my room and packed for a night at Grammy's. I left Rally (the only time I've ever left without him) with a ping for my mom. That was also the first night I jumped off the balcony. I thought I was going to die. But I didn't. I landed hard on my butt. I winced and "borrowed" a bike (also for the first time). A sleek grey one that moved through the air with no more than a hum. I made my way to the falls. Through the genetically grown willows and the fake water that barrelled over the drop cliffs. I hopped off the bike and tethered it to a tree, not a fake one either. But the real one Grammy planeted the day she moved here. It grew from a sapling her last earth friend gave her the day she left. Now the sapling has grown into an massive apple tree that scrapes against the roof of the dome on "windy" nights. I slipped around the back that night. Slinking in through the well-oiled screen door. I laid my bag on the washer and go to the room I normally stay. My mom's old room. The walls still a faded lavender and the pictures of an animal called a horse covered the one wall. And in the middle of all the past was something new, a black comforter stretched over the paisley sheets. It was almost like grammy knew I was coming. Why? Because on the white pillow was my nighttime snack, an apple from her tree and two mints. So I always run my stories by someone before posting them in Fan Fic. However mine are orginal. Don't copy. I want feedback not good bad you suck my grandfathers nuts or KMP. I want suggestions. And i don't add characters.
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