You woke up that morning feeling more alert and excited than you ever have been in all your entire lifetime! Glancing at the curtains, you wished that the first streak of dawn would come and allowed you to fulfill your fantasy and curious mind. Time seemed to bide its time. The silent tick tock of your bedroom clock seemed to be the only thing telling you that time continued to pass by, instead of being in a standstill. After what have seemed to be an eternity long, you cursed, sat on your bed and grope around the desk beside you, searching for the familiar shape of your cellphone.
"Damn!" you muttered. The flashing LCD screen showed 4:05. You took a breath and the monotonous tick tocks of the clock dominated the room. 4:06. You felt the intense urge to just screw with the minutes and fast forwarding the short hand to reach the 8 count. 4:08. You found yourself tossing and turning in the bed, desperately trying to get some sleep to speed up the time. No luck though. Finally you sat upright again, throwing the bed sheet in a single toss. You walked and turned the light on, booted your computer and the internet connection. The house was awfully quiet and the monotonous tick tocks was becoming very deafening and irritating. Turning on your music player is not an option, your folks might woke up. With your dad leaving on a business trip, your mom was left in charge of the house, and was left with an easy task of handling yourself, your younger and your elder sister.
You turned on the messenger application, some social network sites and even checking random stuffs in the internet. None of them can sway your attention from the time. 4.20. "Dammit!" you muttered as you glanced at the bottom right of the computer screen. You cannot afford to do anything noisy, that night, your elder sister and 3 of her friends was having a sleepover. Their excuse was group project, but you knew they were lying. Proven by the stifled giggling and unintelligible conversation that they had up to almost past midnight. Her room and yours were just separated by a very thin piece of wood. It used to be a very large master bedroom, but for convenience's sake the great divide was made.
Then, an idea hits your mind. "What if I test my powers now and here!" Suddenly you felt like an idiot. You knew you can become ghost, float and do other ghost-like stunts, however you'd want to as much as possible removes all unpleasant surprises in your mischief later at school. You felt a slight pang of guilt at the thought of possessing a family member or a guest, but your curiosity just got the best out of you.
You sighed "Just a trial run" repeatedly over and over again, justifying your action and reassuring that everything will be fine. At that moment you willed yourself to be ghost again and floated to the ceiling, deciding to...
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