Out the window

She looked up and saw the window above her. It looked just barely big enough for her to squeeze out of, and it was already open. It was fairly high up on the wall, but she figured she could pull herself up there

Without hesitation Charolette stood up. She reached up, jumped, and grabbed the window sill. She heaved, but was having trouble pulling herself up.

Steps started to walk towards her. The sound acted as inspiration as she struggled and finally pulled her self up. She slid her head through the window and pulled her body with it. Until she got to her hips.

The window was on that you tilted in order to let air three. To open this window, you pull the bottom up and in, towards the room. As Charolette crawled, her butt got caught on the bottom of the window and when she tried pulling herself through, she brought the window down a little with her, essentially closing it on herself. She struggled, hanging halfway out the window put her in a very awakened angle, in many ways. She tried reaching back with her hand to try and push the window open a little more.

“What the hell?”

Shit. He found me.

She gave one last try, and managed to get the window open, just enough to pull her hips and the rest of her body out the window. She felt a hand grab at an ankle, but luckily gravity was stronger as she fell to the ground just outside the building.

Not waiting around for the pursuer, Charolette took off running.