When I reached the floor level, I could hear the steps coming from the kitchen. It was walking towards me.
I knew it was now or never, so without thinking, I jumped out and threw my comb. My ears were filled with glass once again hitting the floor.
"Rose, what are you doing?"
"Jake!"
"Why did you just throw a comb at me?" Jake was standing there, a black bag of glass now on the floor.
"Umm misunderstanding? Did you break something?"
Jake looks away sheepishly.
"Maybe."
I laugh at his reply and out of relief. And here I thought I was about to die.
"What's up kiddo? Shouldn't you be at school?"
"Maybe."
"You're not skipping, are you?" Jake suddenly became very serious.
"No, well not technically. I think Wilder talked with the school and let me off today. Today was when I
