“Spend your free time the way you like, not the way you think you’re supposed to.” [Quiet, Susan Cain]
What she liked about the roof was there was no one else up there with her. Her dad was downstairs walking on the floors and she was climbing through her window, scraping up her knees to get up there.
"I know you’re up there," he told her one night.
"I don’t care." She took a drag of her cigarette. "If I don’t see you, and you don’t see me, then I’m not actually up there."
She was one giant mess of things and I wonder if she even noticed.
"I like that mark on your face."
I smiled. “Yeah?”
"Yeah. It suits you."
I was shoved in a corner. There was a wall to my left as I laid on my back. My feet scraped a wall at night. I had every book I could imagine. They were fun to look at from the outside. I didn’t dare open one.