In the wind
By-bubblegumwhore
Warnings- Smoking, no beta.
Word count- 450
Summary- Smoking the night before the SAT's, it's easy to wonder if studying should be illegal.
She flicked her wrist and watched the trail of ash fall from the end of her glowing cigarette. The cold night puffed and curled when she exhaled, her eyes closed, the breeze whipping her hair against the schools cold window frame.
The darkness was all consuming, stretching before her like a bad dream with nothing but a cigarette for light, and the lawn below her for a frozen ashtray. Again she flicked her wrist and watched the stream of ash swirl away, carried in the breeze.
One long week, one short night. It was exactly four hours until the school would awake and SAT's would commence. .
The bottom of the black pit. Her most horrible imaginings, floating before her waiting on the rising sun.
She sighed, listening to the night. The early morning. Whatever.
She turned back to their dormitory, her brown face turned cranberry from the breeze. Her best friends soft pulsating body lay sprawled on her bed, pale legs peeking out from beneath the top covers. A book lay on it's binding a foot from her limp hand.
From the window she could practically hear the thunk it must have made when it had fallen from her friends hand.
She smiled listlessly. She had the feeling she was the only one who had made it through the night.
A derisive snort issued from a bed three feet from hers and promptly she corrected herself. She was one of two. She watched as the sun began to lick the corners of the sky like a wounded dog. Cleaning away all traces of a safer darkness.
The wind whipped the cigarette out of her hands before she could take the last drag. Feeling strangely deprived of her last breath of nicotine, she sunk to her bed feeling put off. She sat down.
And sat.
Staring at nothing.
Her brain,. Like a sponge had been wrung in the cool breeze and all of her thoughts had fallen floating on ash.
A hailstorm of turbulent memory. She gripped the blankets feeling an acute sense of panic. All of her hard studying, caught in the long grass?
She squeezed her eyes shut, suddenly very sick and very disturbed.
Her friends hand on her solitary knees made her gasp.
"What time is it."
"Too late to study."
With a strength greater then her resistance, she was pulled down into the warm mess of blankets and hair.
Her friends warm feet found hers. A long moment of silence, thick with cold and murmurings, before her eyes shut.
She should have made her friend study...
The last thing she knew before the blaze of her alarm two hours later was the density of her body against another.
Grammatical errors. I think there may be lots. When you find them (and you will) send them to me. It's late, and I am studying. I will fix them. Please review and save me from my books.