FlannelChannel
Junior Member
The Place: New Orleans
Year: 1945
Day: November 4
David looked out the window nearby his bed. Most of the kids were asleep by now. It was 11:45, the nuns had to be asleep, as well. Soon, their plan would be executed and they'd be out of this hellhole once and for all. David carefully crawled out of bed and walked to the door of the small room. He promised his roommate he would take him, but in all honesty, he was dead weight.
"Sorry, Will." he whispered. David then opened the door and quietly walked out. He memorized which wooden steps made creaky noises that way he wouldn't be caught. He looked like a drunk trying to make his way across town in the night. David walked downstairs and into the kitchen, where he and his friend said they would meet.