A small argument

The outside isn't as bad as it seems

{I know the chapters have not been that long so I shall provide more and probably break my fingers!!}
I started at the sky as rain was pouring 'with a bucket'
I have realized taking a break to stare at the sky was kinda nice..
Taking a break from getting bullied,made fun of and all kinds of things..
"I'm getting kinda bored.. It's almost not everyday I get kicked out of somewhere"
[I think I should start writing a book for fun]
[Let's see I need to find some pens and some empty books then find somewhere to start writing like under a tall tree]
I get up not afraid of getting soaked in water. I walk up to the old place I used to sit in till midnight.
{Something like this}

[Exactly what I was looking for]
I enter the place feeling memories rushing in.
"This should do the trick"
I go to the bedroom and sit on the bed as I search for books and pens.

"I finally found some books. They are a bit old but they should work"

As I open a book and start writing in it I hear a knock on the door
"Who is it?"
"It's me.." Said a misterios voice
"Huh?"
"Don't you remember me?"

•You have reached the end.. for now•
•Thank you for reading this•
{Sorry that this is short}