You looked out of your window, homework strewn on your desk beside you, begging and needing to be done, but, you kept your eyes outside. You should be doing the boring and tiring papers that determined life and death, but, you believed that you needed a break, though you've only been actually working for a good ten minutes. The city below you bustled with activity, car horns shouting over their driver's swears, a low hum and mumble of people talking and walking on the sidewalks. The lights of advertisements, signs and emblems blared and flashed, making you have to have the blinds down a majority of the time.

This was New York City in a nut shell.

You looked at the door to your room. Your parents were probably watching T.V., you could sneak out onto the fire escape without them noticing, and if they caught you, you could just say that you were getting fresh air and stretching. If they'd buy it, can only be determined on whether it happens or not. Taking another look around, you popped the frame of your window out, set it beside your desk, and you climbed to the fire escape. You let out a gasp of excitement once your feet hit the floor of the fire escape, the cold of the metal seeping through your mismatched Deadpool socks, the breeze playing with your white t-shirt.

You looked around, enjoying the same view as before, but now you were at a different angle, it was a completely different experience apparently. Your gaze landed on the stairs of the fire escape, leading up. You bit your lip, tempted. You could go up, maybe, but what if you got caught? You thought for a bit. If your parents hadn't come in and dragged you off the side of the building already, then there's no shame in exploring. You needed a break from school work, so here it was. Your break was going to be filled with exploring the roof. A genius idea in your mind.

You shuffled to the stairs, and gripping the banister, headed up them. You passed windows while on your way up, some dark, some lit but covered by blinds or curtains, a few were open, and one had a cat snoozing. When you finally made it to the roof, you were a bit disappointed, it wasn't as spectacular as you had imagined. You felt a little stupid for thinking there'd be anything more than a little pigeon house, a few T.V antennas accompanied by dishes as well, and a little water tower. You didn't know what you were expecting, maybe some cooler lighting? Which was stupid to think because it was dark out.

You blew a raspberry, showing your disapproval of the boring roof. You heard a soft giggle, and your eyes widened as you looked around.

"Who's there?" You asked. You immediately regretted it. Nothing good comes to the people who ask that in horror movies. You clumsily shoved your hand in the pocket of your blue plaid pajama pants. You pulled out the pencil you were using for homework. You don't really remember how it got in your pocket but who cares you may save your own life by stabbing the unknown person with your pencil. There was no response to your earlier inquiry. You calmed down a bit, looking down at the pencil in your hands. Your head snapped back up when you heard something shuffle, and it wasn't the pigeons in the little coop. You took a shaky breath.

"Who's there?" You asked again. No response. You were starting to get paranoid, so you just up and left. You were too big of a scaredy cat to handle anything past a weird sound. When you got back to your room, you were thankful to see that your parents weren't there, waiting to scold you for not doing your homework. You left the window open with the frame out, enjoying the slight breeze that swept through and how it felt on your skin. You sat back down at your desk and about to start back on your homework, when you noticed that you had dropped your pencil on the roof. You groaned. It was a mechanical one too.

"Well great." You muttered and you got up, and left the room, going to find another writing utensil. When you got back, a pen in hand that was given to you by your rather annoyed mother, you sighed and closed your door. You went back to your desk, letting out a relaxed sigh as you sank back into your chair. You were about to actually start on your homework this time, when you saw, laying on your desk, was your pencil. Your eyebrows knitted together, wondering how it had gotten there. But then they separated as you realized with a wave of fear, shock, and excitement went through you at the same time.

Someone was on the roof with you and had returned your pencil.

You stared at the pencil. You didn't know what to do. A part of you was saying to go back to doing homework and figure it out later, another part said do your homework and don't do anything about it, but the stronger part of you was saying investigate this right here and now.

And the stronger part won.

You went to your door, opening it and poking your head through.

"Mom, Dad, I'm gonna sleep, alright?" You said. Please buy the lie, you chanted in your mind.

"Okay, night." You heard your dad say.

"Love you!" Your mom said.

"Love you too, night." You said, leaning back into your room.

"Night!" Your parents said in unison as you closed the door. You let out a sigh of relief, leaning back on your door. You looked at your open window. You thought for a minute and decided to change out of your pajamas. If you were gonna go on an adventure/mission, you gotta be dressed for one. When you were changed, you went out of your window, landing on the fire escape.

"Alright, mission, 'Check Out the Roof for Murderers slash Pencil Returners' is a go." You said, rolling up the sleeves of your black long sleeve shirt. You started up the stairs, your shoes making your steps louder than they were when wearing socks. You got to the roof and took a deep breath before going up.

"Okay, if I die today, at least I'll die looking like a ninja." You muttered to yourself. You took another breath, closing your eyes. You opened them again and made your way onto the roof. You looked around. The pigeon coop was still there, the antennas and dishes, and the water tower. You walked to the middle of the roof, making yourself the center of attention.

"They're back!" You heard a whisper that was drowned out by the pigeons. You looked to where you thought you heard the whisper.

"I know someone's up here!" You called out. Nothing. Your heart rate was starting to accelerate.

There was the sound of someone running. You could feel your heart beat in your chest.

The jangle of chains. You could hear your heart, the city down below drowning in the loud beat of it.

A soft whisper that could've been mistaken for wind. The beat in your ears was pounding.

There was no other sounds. Your heart rate started to decrease, you could hear the cars screaming their anger down on the street again. You relaxed your stance, and you realized how tense you actually were. Your muscles ached from just standing stiff. You looked around.

There honestly wasn't anything. But deep down you felt, no, knew, someone was there. You blew a raspberry like before, maybe to get a giggle like before. Instead you got a nothing but wind that whipped to where it sounded like someone had been slapped. You sighed and started your way back to the fire escape.

"Well, so much for that mission." You muttered. You took one last longing look at the roof and descended to your room once again, this time to actually sleep like you've told your parents.

As you climbed into your room, you could've sworn you heard talking coming from the roof, but you shrugged it off since you had no evidence to prove that it was talking. You replaced the frame to your window and closed it, closing the blinds. You've officially put your mission on a rather disappointing close, but, it didn't leave your mind.