I wake up to a loud crash and glance at my clock. 3:17 AM. A flash from my window lights up the room, and I hear it. The rain hits hard on the roof. No particular pattern or beat can be distinguished. The thunder rolls loud and strong, the storm is going to last awhile from the sound of it. The lightning is stunning and frequent. I roll over, facing away from the window and pull up my comforter. The warmness is nice and cozy, and soon I can feel sleep calling upon me. The storm is still raging on, but I close my eyes, returning to my slumber.
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The Beginning, Middle, but not the End
Teen FictionJodie Sizemore is a normal teenager--she lives in a nice house, goes to a good school, and has a group of loyal friends. However, there are a few inevitable obstacles that seem to prevent her from enjoying her life, also known as Generalized Anxiety...
