I'm afraid this is the moment I should kill somebody and then amuse you, my dear, with my marvelous escape.

Well.

I'm sorry.

I haven't killed anybody, nor have never stolen anything and honestly, I never did anything to get anyone in trouble, myself included.

Kinda boring, isn't it?

Don't worry, though.

For you, my dear, I will change.

***

The break was coming to an end and the queue wasn't getting shorter. Actually, there were still three girls standing in front of me.

"Oh, I hate this!" Said the first one with her scarlet lips and pink gloves on her hands.

I thought gloves were a good idea.

It was cold.

However, I wish it was colder.

"Late again, huh?" Laughed the second one.

"Mr. Treehouse will kill us!" Cried the third one with sparkles in her eyes.

"Don't pretend that you..." Started the first one, with a wicked smile, but I already stopped listening.

I checked my phone.

The lesson started in two minutes.

The door of the toiled opened and a little girl in dark, shabby jacked went out. Red Lips looked at her in dudgeon. Late Again and Sparkles followed.

"Hurry!" Said Sparkles cheerful when the girl left.

Red Lips went into the cabin. Sparkles added that Mr. Treehouse has nice eyes. Late Again chuckled and without a second of lingering agreed.

I checked my phone. French started just as I noted the time. I really needed to hurry up and so did Late Again, Sparkles and Red Lips.

Ah.

Three missed calls and one message from Don't Pick Up. "Pick up," it said.

Me: sry I can't

Don't Pick Up: I know ur in school

Don't Pick Up: but u really need to pick up

Don't Pick Up: I'm calling now

Me: I won't pick up

Don't Pick Up: why it's important

Me: busy

Don't Pick Up: it's about Time

Me: what

Don't Pick Up: she is in trouble

Me: she is not

I was right though. Time wasn't in trouble. She couldn't. She was trouble herself.

Don't Pick Up: February

Me: what

Don't Pick Up: call her

Me: what happened

Don't Pick Up: idk call her she was here and left u a note

Me: she could have texted me

Don't Pick Up: she said u blocked her

I did.

Me: how does she know

Don't Pick Up: idk she said u did this before

I did.

Don't Pick Up: did u fight again

Me: she doesn't like chocolate

Me: ppl who doesn't eat chocolate are unstable

Don't Pick Up: she said she will eat a brownie for u if u unblock her

So she was in trouble. And knowing Time it was pretty bad. Especially if she was desperate enough to eat a brownie.

Me: when did she wanna meet

Don't Pick Up: idk she didn't say anything about it but u should call her she looked tired

It didn't worry me as it should have. However, Time was always tired. She looked like a student right before an important test, so like a really sleep-deprived person. It didn't make her look bad. Even exhausted she was the prettiest girl I have ever met. Or maybe she was the prettiest girl when I met her and then I just couldn't look at her like she wasn't.

I checked the time. Ten minutes late. Red Lips and Late Again already went to the toilet. I was waiting only for Sparkles.

Don't Pick Up: will u call her

And Time was beautiful in the way all people that once were important are.

Anyway, I knew Time wanted to meet. She always wanted to meet or talk or text. Even when there was nothing left to chat about.

I checked the time. I was still late.

Don't Pick Up: ??

Don't Pick Up: sis u should

Don't Pick Up: she needs u

Sometimes I wondered if my sister wasn't in love with Time herself.

Me: ok

I looked up. Red Lips, Late Again, and Sparkles chatted peacefully right in front of the cabin.

"Sorry..." I muttered under my breath to opened the door.

It was so calm in the toilet and so quiet. No wonder many people cry in the bathrooms...

I smiled at the girl in the mirror, but she didn't smile back. Instead, her grim face got only grimmer with a frown.

"How mean." I thought.

I looked at my phone one more time. It's was six past ten. I was sixteen minutes late.

The girl in the mirror shook her head as if she hated being late. I understood that very well. I loathed being late myself.

There was something disturbing in the sharp silence coming through the door with the person who was late. And something sticky in the stares of others who went into the classroom on time.

"I hate French." Noticed the girl from the mirror bright as she was.

And I hated French too. Plus, I was late.

That girl beside me smiled finally. However, it wasn't a wide smile or even the charming one. It was a narrow and crooked thing, this smile.

"Goodbye, mirror girl." I thought.

I put my bag on a window sill and with enthusiasm that was alien to my hands, I opened the window. An unpleasant crack attacked my ears. It didn't matter though.

I felt freedom combing my hair with wind and my smile widened.

I sat on the sill and glanced down. Luckily the only toilet in school was on the first floor.

And that is the reason, the only reason, my dear, why I jumped.

I didn't wanna die as some might have thought. Nor did I desire to break my bones.

I just didn't like French.

It was a hard thing to defenestrate yourself the right way. I nearly forgot my bag. Grabbing it last second I slid to the ground.

The ground, mind my dear friend, not snow.

Like I said before the winters are way too warm these days.