Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend
Gettin' down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend
Baisically, I'm Rachel Knana (Don't even dare to make fun of my last name!) and when I died I was fifteen. The year was 2041. Geez, you probably think. How come I'm not speaking in some random alien language. Well things haven't changed much since then. We still go to school, have churches, hospitals and jails.
So, anyway it was Friday, 32nd June (Yes, that is one thing that has changed- how many days in a month is now 40), 1941. I was really looking forward to my friend Ellie's party which was on Sunday.
I was running home from school, when I saw a man, who I noticed was my abusive stepdad. Mum had divorced from him 2 years or so ago, but I hadn't seen him since for ages until that moment.
He yelled at me as I started to run up into my flat. Mum wasn't home yet. I thought I had lost track of him, but then I remembered.
He knew where I lived.
Just at that moment, he stormed into the room. With a gun. His angry face showed that he wasn't afraid to use it. I knew that if I didn't move, he'd shoot me. He'd shoot me as I was the one that reported him to the police for abusing my Mum.
So I flew out to the balcony, looked back, yep, he was still behind me.
So I did it. I stood on the edge. I did it.
I jumped out of the window.