FREE FALLING
CHAPTER
NINE
- H a n n a h ' s P o i n t o f V i e w
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Sunlight poured through the
windows, waking me up immediately as it pierced my
half-closed eyes. I cursed myself for forgetting to close my
blinds before I went to bed, then remembered that I
didn’t have any curtains on the windows yet. I glanced
around my room: the white walls made me feel trapped, almost
like I was in an insane asylum. Everything was so plain that
it made me want to escape the room as fast as I could.
Pulling on a pair of decent jean shorts and a flowy, light
grey top, I emerged from my room. I knocked on Holly’s
bedroom door as I passed, knowing she would be angry at me
for waking her up, before I stumbled down the long, carpeted
staircase and finally touched my feet to the sun baked wooden
floor of the kitchen.
Pulling out a box of Frosted Flakes, almost the only thing in
our bare cupboards, I poured myself a bowl of cereal.
“HANNAH!” Holly groaned, stomping her feet down
the carpeted hallway at the top of the stairs. I could sense
her irritated tone from thirty feet away.
“what time is it?” she asked sweetly, like the
bipolar girl she was.
“11:24” I responded, reading the numbers off of
my phone, “and I got a text from Logan,” I told
her, opening the message. Logan had given me his number last
night before he left, telling me he would text me tomorrow if
the group decided to hang out. “hey, we’re
hanging out today but we don’t know what to do. If you
have any suggestions text me.” I read out loud,
hollering up the stairs in hopes that Holly could hear
me.
“okay sweet. Any suggestions?” I practically
jumped when I heard her voice next to me, hadn’t she
been at the top of the stairs just a second ago?
“not really. But I’m sure someone will think of
something. Anyway, we seriously need to do a paint job here.
My white walls are killing me,” I told her honestly,
opening the door to the basement and flicking on the light. I
walked down the stairs that lead me to a huge, tile covered
room. The only things I could see were a tv, couch, and
several other doors leading into undiscovered territory.
“do you know if we’ll have any paint cans down
here?” I asked Holly, who had followed me into the
basement, opening a door and hoping to find a supply room but
instead finding a guest bedroom. That makes five unused
bedrooms, two spoiled teenage girls, and about a million
dollars down the drain, I thought to myself, still not
used to the rich lifestyle we were now living.
“well there’s gotta be some somewhere. I mean,
this house has everything.” Holly awed, walking into a
personal fitness center, complete with treadmills, weights,
ellypticals, and some other machines that I couldn’t
figure out. I opened another door, a workshop of some kind,
and dug around a bit before finding a closet filled to the
brim with mostly unopened paint cans.
“I guess mom and dad bought a lot more paint than the
painters needed,” I called to Holly, who was still
inspecting the fitness room, and she came to see what I was
talking about. I pulled out dark pink, sea foam green, sky
blue, and light purple paint cans, ignoring the few leftover
beige and white cans that the painters had obviously
preferred.
“shall we?” I raised my eyebrows at Holly, who
seemed excited with the aspect of painting our rooms. She had
always been the artsy type, though she would never admit
it.
“sure, but I think we’ll need some help,”
she suggested, offering up the first good idea she had given
me in a while. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket,
setting up a new message.
Hey Logan, I think I
have a pretty good idea for something to do today. Tell
everyone to meet at my house in an hour.
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