"Damn it!" I whispered. Why was this so difficult? This dare was crossing the line and I was drowning in my frustration. I should have mentioned something earlier...when I had the chance.
I tried one more time, hoping my footsteps wouldn't make another screeching noise. I slowly opened the door to the (quite large) master bedroom, and carefully tiptoed across the wooden floor. I realized that even though I've been at Jennie's house many times, I've never stepped foot into her parent's bedroom.
I took a moment to take it all in. The first thing I noticed were the shaky shadows dancing across the pale walls. The moon, which happened to be full that night, was casting a beam before the ruffled curtains that hung alongside the open windows. There were elegant picture frames with countless pictures of Jennie and her older brother, Ken. They looked adorable together. It's to bad Ken has to leave for college. I studied the atmosphere some more. My eyes were drawn to the luxurious and humongous king sized bed that was placed center in the room. I couldn't make out every detail in faint light but the bed was definitely one of a kind.
The only thing that was ruining the perfect image was two loud, snoring things lying on the flawless bed.
"Come on!" Jennie complained. I shushed her back, hoping that she would shut up if she wanted me to do this.
She was watching me from outside the room, seeing if I would chicken out. She wishes!
Although I wanted to prove myself worthy to Jennie, I started questioning myself.
Why did I have to do this? Why did I have to mess with everything that's perfectly fine the way it is now?
I had a bunch of other "why" questions but I wasn't in the mood to replay all the things wrong with my life.
That's when I snapped back into reality, and realized that I'm being timed with the task that I must face. I decided that If I was done with "Why" questions than I might as well go into "Whats."
What if they wake up?
What if I don't succeed?
What if I get caught?
What if I DIE?!
That probably won't happen but still, I was shaking with fear.
I took a deep breath and carefully placed my foot in front of the other.
I am making progress and that's all that matters.
I did the same thing a few more times until I placed my foot wrongly.
I heard a long, loud moan coming from the surface. I, too, was about to cry out when I remembered that I'm in the middle of a dare. I quickly put my hand over my mouth to block any careless words that would fly out before it was too late.
It was a mistake coming here.
I should've said no, no matter how persuasive Jennie could be.
I'm not going to give up now! I've already made it half way across the room and there was no way I was going back. Not now.
I pushed myself, (like I haven't already?) and took another step. To my satisfaction, I didn't create the tiniest sound, yet Jennie's father groaned and rolled over. He was incredibly close to falling off the bed and I didn't want to be there if that happened.
I was so close. I could see myself rubbing my victory in Jennie's jealous face. I reached out to grasp the frigid knob of the bathroom door. I twisted it open and stepped in.
This was my task,
this was my dare,
and I was about to do the unspeakable.
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