Stuff I wrote for school!

Nimbus City

Stormy clouds grew in the horizon, revealing the incoming storm that will be soon to arrive. I could hear the thunder already, the sound as vicious as a notebook dropping in a silent classroom. The clouds flashed every few seconds, making my eyes hurt.

I sat on the concrete wall, my legs dangling over the side. The city from this high looked as beautiful as a newly bloomed flower. Puddles spattered the ground, ant-like children hopping in them together with friends. I could almost hear their giggling, even if I was a few hundred feet in the air.

My legs dangled over the city, I could feel gravity trying to pull me down towards the ground. To join my melimelum 6ft underground. I wouldn't fall for gravity though. It can tug and tug, but I would win. I promised her that I wouldn't join her for an early grave.

A loud crack of thunder rang throughout the city, heard but not seen. I heard the splatters of rain around me, like small marbles on a rug over a hard-wood floor. Droplets of rain fell on my bare arms, causing the hairs on my arms and neck to stand up.

A shiver ran down my back, I knew that if I stayed up here for too long I would freeze. But the city view was too beautiful to pass up. Even with the stormy weather.

The horizon was a paint splattered mess of dark grays and blue, like someone dropped the deep ocean on the sky and let storm clouds run ramped. The tall skyscrapers of town square reached up towards the sky, higher than my mum would ever let me climb. They reached up and touched the clouds, as though they were giving the fluffy gray sky a high five on this rainy day.

Rain soaked through my shirt, freezing me even more than before. The fabric on my shoes no longer kept my socks and feet dry. I could feel the uncomfortable squishiness of my soaks, causing my face to contort in disgust.

I stayed, however. Letting the rain soak through me, running down my face like tears on a painful day. Like how they did when I heard the news about my lepus. The tears soaked through my hoodie, the one she bought me when I couldn't take my eyes off of it. That hoodie is now hidden deep in my closet, hidden with anything else she bought me.

I can't bear to look at them. Not without salty tears streaming down my face, staining my freckled face. I don't want to remember her. The pain of her death hurts more than the burn of a thousand suns.

Salty tears mixed in with the cold rain, streaming down my face and falling onto the soft, wet fabric of my shirt. I stared down, watching my friends and neighbors trudge along with their day. Hidden beneath colorful umbrellas that could be found in any corner store or mall. The umbrellas looked like small blobs of color, splashed along the wet pavement. Like paint splatters on a canvas.

I knew my mum is likely looking for me, she probably has texted me about a million times by now. I couldn't deal with seeing her. Not today of all days.Today is a day for mourning my sweet flower. She didn't remember, she couldn't remember most things relating to my relationship. Marking them down as a teenage phase as she does with most things.

This isn't a phase. I will always miss her. She was my sun, my moon, and my stars. She was my everything. But now she is nothing more than a name engraved on a gravestone. Gone but never forgotten, they said about her. But no one seems to remember her. Only I seem to be mourning the loss of this city's brightest flower.

I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. Sighing, I pulled it out squinting at the bright screen, splattered with rain droplets. I read enough of my mum's texts to know I had to leave, I knew being on her bad side would not be the best choice to aid my dark mood on this day.

I pull my legs back up onto the roof, standing and walking to the stairs so I am able to leave. The door slams behind me, blocking out the thundering rain and cracks of thunder