Nine

I spent the rest of the day yesterday in my room. I didn't want to face anyone, especially Bran. I can't believe I actually kissed him. I mean did he like it or not? Who knows.

I only walked down for a bit then walked back upstairs. I have a duffle bag and a gun and a knife stuffed under my bed. Now to wait for the right moment, after their gone. I tied up some sheets and blankets to help me sneak out and down my window. Hopefully I can do it without being caught.

The day is going by so slow. It's only four in the afternoon. The others leave at seven. I can't leave too early, or they'll notice. But if I leave too late, then I'll be screwed. I guess I can be patient and wait.

As the time goes on, I grow more and more anxious. I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm stupid, but I have to help.

A knock on my door startled me. I pushed everything under my bed just where it was and opened it.

"What are you doing up here!?" Marla shrieked. "I can hear you all the way down the hall."

I tri