Rain is a beautiful thing; it’s like it washes away the problems and lets you start of on a new.
It was raining the day my mother disappeared and the same day I would. I can remember it as clear as day, how couldn’t I. it was the day my life changed forever
I’ve always loved rain, when other kids were under their covers hiding from it I was outside dancing in it.
My father would of course hall me back inside and shout at me but he knew, when the same dark clouds appeared over my head I would be outside in my jeans and shirt ready to dance my troubles away. Sometimes it worked other times it didn’t. Sometimes I’d find myself soaked staring at the empty rocking chair my mother used to occupy. She had disappeared a few years before I turned seven and maybe I thought that the water would wash away the pain and fill up the hole my mother used to fill.
The hole didn’t get filled, it stayed that way .sometimes it would close a little for a short period of time but then I’d find myself dancing in the rain again.
It’s stupid I know, thinking that water could cure my pain, but it helped. The feeling of cold water on my skin, the sound of the rain hitting the ground, the smell. They all comforted me. They made me feel better.
As I said the day I disappeared it was raining. I didn’t disappear the way you normally expect a fifteen year old girl to disappear. I wasn’t dragged into some truck and driven away, I wasn’t killed or anything. One minute I was there the next I wasn’t but I’m getting ahead of myself.
I suppose I should start from the beginning, right where it stated, where the first series of events began to unfold.
It was a Morning like any other; I was walking to school with my best friend Chloe. She had green eyes and short blond not too curly hair that came to just above her shoulders. She was in her normal jeans and pink shirt and I was in a black hoodie and jeans. I was never one for dressing up probably why I’d been called a looser my whole life, that and many other things I suppose. It was OK though because I had Chloe with me, we’d known each other since we were in dippers and we’d been best friends since.
“Thank god schools over.” Chloe said with the biggest grin on her face.
I smiled at her and nodded
“You OK?”
“Yeah…...” I lied
“Why are you so happy I thought you did well in school” I said
“Yeah but that doesn’t mean I like it.” She replied
Sometimes she did that, sounding obnoxious when she wasn’t even trying.
Truth be told I was happy that school was over too, well at least for the term. I was sick of being harassed by the so called cooler kids. I wasn’t as much as some of the other kids but I was enough to hate them.
My mind flashed back to poor Tommy Flagger that had been strung up the flag pole yesterday they thought it would be funny because his surname was Flagger , I didn't find it funny , anyone who did was just a monster. That’s what happens when you try to stand up to them. The face of the one who did it flashed up in my mind. I quickly tried to forget it. He wasn’t someone you want to be thinking about, not if you didn’t want to be scared to death.
Chase MacArthur might as well have been the devil himself. He was the head of the cool kids, we walked around the school like he owned the place, and well he did, practically. Every time I saw him I felt like punching him in the face but I know that wouldn’t help at all. I would just be teased and bullied even more than I was right now. I didn’t want that. Call me a wimp if you want but the things that happened to the kids who even dare look at him crossed eyed was terrifying.
Thunder rumbled in the distance. The sky was grey covered by a blanket of gloomy clouds. I turned to Chloe and smiled.
“It’s going to rain.”
It wasn’t a very long walk to school Chloe and I lived quite close by. The old grey building that was Walton high came into view. It looked like a miniature prison, it felt like one too.
“Hey emo chick!” someone called from behind me I knew full well who it was. The same guy that called me the emo every time he saw me.
I turned around to see chase and his two minions next to him jade and Callum. Chase was a strongly built kid due to years and years of football. He had browny blond hair , cold brown eyes ad a mean expression.the one on his right, Calum had blond hair ,soft blue eyes and high cheek bones. Jade on the other hand had beautiful green eyes more defined feuaters and jet black hair. They weren’t so bad aside from the fact that they hung out with Chase. They were pretty much his little followers . Sometimes they would have their occasional jerk moments but mostly they kept quiet . I felt fear swell up inside me . I turned around and tried to ignore them and started walking away. They were idiots, all they were .no need to get worked up about it.
Chloe touched my shoulder
“Ignore them”
“I am.” I mumbled
The school bell rung. Signaling the beginning of the last day of school until summer was over.
The day started off with English, My favorite subject. I loved creative writing. I’ve always loved it, it probably started with my love for reading.
I listen intently to our teacher Miss Smiales; a short middle aged woman who I must say adored me. She had dark brown hair always done up in a bun and sincere brown eyes. Even though some people thought she was a little too strict, I thought she was great. I never got an F in this classand it really boosted my slightly above average marks.
I looked around no one seemed to be listening. Even Chloe the star child wasn’t. Probably the post vacation excitement .I sighed. Suddenly Chases eyes caught mine, he was the only down side of this class. I frowned at him and turned away. What did he want?
The bell rang I picked up my bag. Chloe didn’t have the same class in the next period I did so she went ahead. I sighed. I decided to tag along with jean Baker a nerdy looking girl who insisted on wearing her hair in pigtails even though she got mocked, we weren’t really friends but we weren’t enemies either.
As jean and I were about to walk out the door a hand reached out and blocked our exit.
Chase looked at me and gave me a sly smile
Í looked up a t him confused
“Hey sky.” He said his smile broadening
“Uhh, hey.” I said trying to get past him but he stopped me before I could.
“Do you need something?”
“Yeah I need you to do my history report for me, your good at it right?”
“Well yeah…but it’s due today.” I said I was beginning to get nervous
“Then you should probably get started.” He said snickering as he walked away jade and chase not too far away
I stood there glued to the spot, I felt like I was going to cry but I wouldn’t embarrass myself like that, not here.
Jean looked at me sympathetically as we walked off to our next class.
It was lunch time and Chloe and I were sitting outside in our usual spot by the tree. I was madly writing down words, trying to finish the history report that was due for the next class.
“You know you don’t have to do it.” Chloe said
“You know I have to Chloe.” I said softly
She just kept quiet and helped me her and there.
At the end of lunch chase came to collect the report. He had the same sly smile on his face and I knew what that smile meant. It meant that he could make me do whatever he wanted and there was nothing I could do about it. It was hard not to cry, really hard. All the while Callum and jade just stood there with identical cold expressions on their faces.
When they walked away, I couldn’t help it. I cried. I cried into on Chloe shoulder and at that moment I wished more than anything that it was raining.
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