• I could hear the little pitter patter of the rain glistening down my window. It didn't usually rain in my town, Miami. The sky was gray with black clouds that rumbled and hid the poor sun. It was even cold for me to get used to. I didn't have jackets, though. Just one small jean jacket that probably didn't fit me.

    I slowly walked down the steps of my father's house. My mom no longer was with us, so my dad bought a new house, for a new life. "Are you going out into the rain and cold dressed like that?" my father's voice was blank when he asked the stupid question. "I dont have anything else," i felt numb in that boring monotone voice. "Sure 'ya do!"
    "Uh, no, i don't,"
    "What about that...." his voice trailed off and his expression full of thought.
    I completely ignored his gruff scoff and ran to get into my old, hand-me-down, dated back from the 1990's Cadillac Fleetwood Brougham 4 door sedan.


    I started the car about 4 times till it finally roared at me. I rolled the windows down letting the rain drip onto my long, wavy, pale golden hair. I always loved the feeling of wet hair. With the wind building up, and the rain going down, may hair was dry by the time i got to my small highschool, SeaView High. The step out of my car came with a slight shiver that made its way down the tip of my spine. The hard unmerciful wind felt like a slap against my face, but without the whip of my head.

    I rushed through the door, hoping i wasnt late for science, again.