Flighty Simon

   "Oh, the hazards of love, you'll learn soon enough."

    

   Simon snatched her lipstick from the bathroom, and proceeded to write on the mirror, "I'm taking leave" in all capital letters, a solemn reference to "Can't", a favourite song of hers by Tom Milsom. She had her ukulele on her back, her messenger bag full of supplies over her shoulder, and she was ready to leave. 

  

   She proceeded to the front door, paused to hear her parents snoring, and gingerly twisted open the doorknob. With a small click, she stepped outside into the warm Florida air and closed the door behind her. It felt so good being outside at night; no burning sun, but the warmth all the same. Guided by the moonlight, her tennis shoes flew across the pavement as she walked through the outside corridors of the condo building. Her bag slapped her thigh with dull thumps as she moved quickly, half-walking and half-running on her way down the stairs. When she at last reached the ground level, she turned around for one last look at her home.

Author's Note

Not done yet, I got sleepy xD

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[Karli]

Quick Question: is this a love story?
I wanna keep reading either way:)