The Party

I’m waiting for my mum.
The rain continues to fall; yet I don’t notice because I am so cold. I am afraid. I wish I knew what the time was.
Finally, I thought it was 4 o’clock, as my mum comes to the driveway. I panic. I know I need to get inside. I try to climb back the way I came before my mum notices I’ve left. I climb up to the bathroom roof, but my window seems so far away. I see my mum take her keys from her pocket. I scramble down the kitchen roof towards my window, but the dampness of my shoes cause me to slip towards the cold, hard, concrete ground. My mum hears my screams.
I hear her squeaky rubber boots come down the hallway, she already knows what I’ve done. Through teary eyes I see her cold icy blue eyes and curly hair.
“What have you done?” she screams at me, and slaps me across the face.
For a second, I think I see a stitch of regret. I get up, and my whole body aches. I now know what I must do. I start to run. I see her hands reaching towards me, but I manage to dodge their grasps. I keep running, and I never look back.
I’m only a block away, and I hear a single gunshot. I know what has happened. I want to turn back to help, but I know what kind of trouble I’d be getting into.