5
MYLA
AGE SIXTEEN
Sleep is the bomb. I’m really good at it, too. Right now, I’m in that hazy place between awake and a-snooze. Ah, the joy of Thursday mornings before school.
Creeeeeeeak.
A noise sounds outside my bedroom window. No question what’s happening, either. Someone is slowly opening the very rusty door to our backyard shed. Instantly, I’m wide-the-f**k awake.
Sitting upright, I peer out the window by my mattress. The shed door now sits wide open. Eek. At this point, one of two things could be happening. First, Mom could be inspecting the lawn shed. I shiver.
If that happens, I’m screwed.
Door number two is that a prowler has hit in our little section of Lower Purgatory. I cross my fingers.
Please, let it be a prowler. At least, I’d have some fun mowing them down.
Purga
