(( Oh my goodness, I am so very sorry for not posting. </3 ))
The rain hit against the window, creating a soft, smooth tapping sound. After listening to it for such a long time, it had become a slow, steady rhythm. Tap. Tap tap. Tap. It had become a calming beat to Tanner as he sat there in his room, sitting on the window-seat. He remembered, faintly, as a kid being told not to sit next to the window while it was storming. However, Tanner never listened. After all, what could happen? Although the glass in the window was thin, it protected him. Staring out into the storm, Tanner frowned slightly as he watched a streak of lightning erupted from the sky. He waited for a few moments, listening for the familiar rumble of thunder to follow. When it did, Tanner finally looked away from the window. His eyes found the digital clock that rested on his nightstand. It read nine o' clock. He'd been sitting in his room for almost ten hours straight. And he wasn't planning on leaving any time soon, either. After having such a huge fight with his mother, he didn't see how he could, for he knew there would only be more shouting that would result. The memory from earlier was still fresh and raw in his brain, and he scowled as he remembered.
Tanner stepped through the front door, his head bent forward slightly. He looked tired, judging by the dark circles that were under both of his eyes. He closed the door as silently as possible, but it didn't matter, for as he turned around he was facing a woman with fire in her eyes. "Er...hey, mom," Tanner said sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his neck. "You didn't come home last night," was all she said. It was a simple statement, but there was clear anger behind it. At first, Tanner made no reply. However, he soon nodded his head ever-so slightly. "Well?" his mother began, "Where were you?" Before he even had a chance to reply, his mother took a step forward. "You were with those kids again, weren't you?" Although Tanner knew this wasn't the time for backtalk, he couldn't help but say the first thing that came to his mind. "Well...I was with kids, yes. I suppose you'll have to be more specific if-" Tanner was cut off by his mother. "You know exactly who I mean. Those rotten kids you've been beginning to spend time with; the ones who I refuse to allow to come over here." Tanner narrowed his eyes. "I don't see why you hate them so much. They're..." his voice trailed off. They weren't nice people, at all. And, if he were to tell the truth, he didn't even like spending so much time around them. However, the thought of it angering his mother was the only reason he did. For the past year, that was his sole goal in life; to make her as mad as possible. While he was thinking this, his mother had continued shouting.
"I don't want you to continue hanging around those people!" his mother shouted. "They've been a bad influence on you!" Tanner scowled at her. "How so? So what, I've come home late a few times. I don't see the big deal, honestly." By now, his mother was seething. "Half of the time, you don't come home at all! What am I supposed to do with you, Tanner?" Tanner stepped away from the door finally, his expression as angry as his mothers. "You're just don't want me to leave like dad did." The second the words had left his mouth, he knew he'd gone to far. The anger disapeared from his mothers face, replaced by hurt. For a few moments, they both stood there. Tanner finally just shook his head, stepped around his mother, and went towards his room without another word.
Tanner ran a hand through his hair, his eyes closed. He knew he shouldn't have said what he'd said. He also knew he shouldn't be acting the way he had been. Ever since his father had left, Tanner had done whatever he could to anger his mother. From sneaking out, to hanging out with the wrong people, to his grades dropping. He told himself that he didn't know why he'd started to act in such a way, but in the back of his mind he told himself that it was because he blamed his mother for his father leaving. He knew it wasn't right to think this, but he still did.
Shaking his head slightly to himself, Tanner stood and stretched. His shoulders cracked softly as he did so, causing him to wince at the sound. His gaze drifted around his room silently; he couldn't stand being in this room for a minute longer. He strode across his room, opening the door a crack. He glanced out into the hall, but the only sound he heard was of the television downstairs. Tanner realized that his mother must still be down there. Frowning slightly, he shut his door once more before going back over to his window.
Tanner had snuck out before, but never out of his window. He could easily drop from his window, onto the roof that hung outside of his window. From there, it was an easy climb to the garage and then only about a ten foot drop to the ground. However, everything was wet outside. He knew that it wouldn't be very safe at all. Despite this, he opened his window gingerly. Taking a deep breath, he stepped out onto the roof. His sneakers slipped slightly, but he kept his balance by holding onto the roof. He began to make his way towards the edge of the roof, towards the garage, taking each step inch by inch.
Soon, Tanner found himself on the ground. Sighing in relief and trying to calm his thudding heart, he began to jog away from his house. He didn't know where he was going, or where he'd end up when he finally tired out, but he knew any place would be better than his house.
(( Ah, I apoligize for the terrible post. 3: It's not nearly as fancy/nice as yours. Plus, I know it was a fail start for my character. ))
