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The soft pattering of early rain on the mottled sidewalk was audible, quietly followed by drips of morning dew which clung to the flower beds and turf. The atmosphere was airy with an afterwash of salt and a grassy fragrance, a reminder of springs arrival.

I cycled down rapidly down where the road curved in a familiar angle, the brisk wind nipping my cheeks. Strands of my auburn hair were streaked wet, and quivered along with the wind as I rode.

The uneven pavement was one I knew well, as I'd spend my childhood riding through them. I lowered my head as I biked swifter, sliding to where the ledge of concrete was being showered with sewege.

 It was strangely satisfying to hear, the splashing noise the rain water would make, leaving a melodic ringing in my ears.

I glazed across to the sewage-water, timing a sharp turn from my bike that elevated the rain-water to sprinkle down on my neighbors turf.

The rain fell down harsher and I cycled faster switching from pavement to road in a pattern. School had finished for me a month-and-half ago, where I had spent my days needling with part-time-jobs and favors that kept me busy. If I wasn't cleaning someones house, (if not my own), or fixing somebodys computer, (I was incredibly techy), I'd be curled up on my bed with a pile of books I'd loaned from the library. In a town like this, custom rain and wind were the main factors I woke up to, which narrowed down the options of sports and affairs.

Highschool was the next undertaking in line, with my 8th grade experience in the bucket. 

I was sure I'd nailed all of secondary school, having aced all my exams and leveling a good amount of friendship as I did. Not to mention my share of drama and gossip I'd had to make do with. 

It didn't matter anyways now, I'd be starting off fresh, enrolling in an entirely new school. All tragic years before would be forgotten as I'd leave a lasting mark.

I twisted around the road, rounding a few areas until I finally came to a stop at a particular house. It had a wide and stocky build with multiply unevan roof tiles and a yellowish color which    took a darker appearance because of the rain glazed surface.

I halted the bike at the front porch and skipped up the steps where I rang the fancy doorbell and  held out a grocery bag. The door was opened by a small, venerable women, and she took the grocery bags, giving me a tad amount of cash as well as an umbrella for my troubles.

We exchanged a simple goodbye and I hopped back on my bike, stuffing the cash in my blazers pocket and fasting the umbrella over my head. Although I loved the feeling of my auburn hair in wet streaks, and drops of rain trace down my cheeks, I accepted the shelter the umbrella brought.

The sky above me had altered from a wide array of ominous ashen clouds, to a more melancholy blue with peaks of empty sunlight.

 I spun the umbrella over my head with my left hand, and steered with my right palm, taking in the oppurtunity to dwaddle around the street corners and answer the sudden haze that prevaded my mind.