Dancing in the Rain

Author's Note: Let's just throw this one out there right off the bat; it has been far too long since I've been active on Wattpad. But let me tell you guys, this story is just proof that I am trying to become active again.

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There are some cruel, heartless people in this world who somehow manage to find a way to receive joy out of other people suffering.  It’s sickening to think about, but sadly it’s only an example of the brutal reality we live in. Lori Fisher is just one of those people; she is just one of the millions who bully others each day. People do change though; people sometimes manage to find a way to fill the gaping black hole in their hearts. Once again, Lori Fisher is just one of those people, and this is her story.

Her story starts after she asks her two year crush, Blake, to the Valentine’s dance. He immediately rejected her, saying he would never go to the dance with a heartless jerk like her. She was heartbroken, and her world was already beginning to slowly fall apart.

By lunch time, her depressed mood remained unchanged. She just sat at a table with her group of friends, a blank expression plastered on her face. The voices around her had begun to fade and she couldn’t focus on something for too long without feeling like she was going to pass out.

“Lori.” Rebecca snapped, causing Lori to fall out of her trance, and nearly her seat. “You haven’t said anything this entire lunch, what’s wrong?” Lori shrugged and said she was just having a rough day.

“Listen,” Rebecca sighed. “On the way to school I saw a daycare for kids with disabilities. I was going to go over there and pretend to volunteer, secretly learning their weaknesses. Then as a group, we could go and think of a plan of attack. Maybe you should volunteer though; it’ll take your mind off whatever is upsetting you.”

Lori half smiled and nodded. Maybe she just needed to go and do what she did best, making other lives miserable, not her own. Rebecca rolled her eyes as if mentally telling her she was lucky, and warning her that she better not screw this up.

At dinner that night, Lori couldn’t put her phone down. Her stomach growled and hissed at her, demanding food. Lori sighed, knowing that had no choice but to eat.

 “Hey mom,” she said, beginning to poke at her meal. “I was just wondering if I could volunteer at Giggles, the daycare for disabled children tonight.” Her mom smiled, taking a bite out of her pasta.

“Sure,” she agreed. “But make sure you call first. They won’t want random people showing up at their doorstep.” Lori immediately left the table forgetting about her dinner and pulled out her phone, dialing in the number Rebecca had sent her.

 “Hi, I’m Lori Fisher. I was just wondering if you were looking for any volunteers tonight,” she said, trying to sound confident and polite. She could just imagine Rebecca standing there covering her mouth, choking back her laughter. After today, her second so-called volunteer expedition would not be as nearly as polite and innocent.

“Yes, thank you!” the woman exclaimed. “What time are you coming?” Lori checked her watch and then said she would be there by six. She then thanked the woman, and hung up the phone, trying not to smile. Rebecca was right; she needed to take her mind off the rejection.

Lori took a quick shower before having her mom drop her off at Giggles, and drove away leaving Lori to take in the sight. Rain poured down on her hair like a waterfall as she took in the sight of the aging building. It looked as if the daycare was short on money, because the letters on the sign were fading with cracks and moss covering the walls.