Catch The Cat

The early morning breeze blew strongly as Madeline's hair got romanced by the wind and a few strands covered part of her face. She suddenly regretted why she didn't tie it into a ponytail. She held the bedsheets in form of a rope tightly and her heartbeat accelerated with every passing minute. She was scared to her wits and her hands were shaking.

She has never been this brave in her entire life and this was the first time she was pulling a stunt like this. Bending her head to look down, her hands almost let go of the rope bedsheets in fear and her whole body shook in the air. The rope bedsheet was now showing her a sign that it was not strong anymore. She was almost there. She was on the third floor and just two floors were remaining before she gets to the ground. She was terrified by all of this. What if the rope bedsheets suddenly cut and she fell? If she ever survives it would be a miracle and her well-shaped waist would be dislocated.

Ring! Ring!

Her phone rang loudly in her bag