Ficlets

This is the worst place to be.
Sitting in your bedroom, against your will, due to a poor report card.
Im done with this.
I stepped over to my small window.
I couldn’t knock out the screen again, but I had to leave.
I had a better idea.
I walked out of my room, locking the door behind me.
I grasped my cell phone, and called my mother with it.
I knew her phone was charging in the kitchen, out if sight from the front door.
as she went to get it, I slid out the door.
The second I felt the grass under my feet, and the warm sun coloring my skin, I took off.
I ran as fast as I could, until I got there.
The old soccer field, which had now become a grassland, filled with flowers of every color.
I layed down, looked down at my phone to see moms incoming call, and switched it off.
It didn’t get much better than this.