"Tell her the truth? Tell her the truth so that she will watch the stars through tears instead of following the one cold star that is her..."
The crashing thunder roared through the town furiously, gaining the attention of the brunette girl- entranced in her studies. Pressing pause on the vintage podcast, the tireless girl glanced out of the library window. Despite having been slightly obscured by the dark rain clouds, the girl could see the faint sun rays penetrating through the small library's tinted windows and seeping through every crack it could find. She noticed familiar faces running for cover while others frantically opened umbrellas just as the clouds spat out water droplets quickly. In mere seconds the once crowded and full-of-life street looked like a ghost town.
The girl exhaled a deep breath closing her textbook that was rested gently across her lap and shoving it into her backpack. Turning back on the podcast she was listening to, she dragged her body off of the window sill where she read. She made a mental note to make this her place to do homework.
Making her way out of the library, she looked in awe at the small structure of the town's library. The room was stretched out into a long hallway. The deep, rich wood shelves stretched up around fifteen feet overhead, with every inch of space taken up by hard-cover books. Throughout the place, two wood staircases created passages toward the upper shelves, with reading tables next to them.
The library was considered a hidden gem to the brown-haired girl, as no one in the town would pause to take a glance at the dilapidated building, but this was the first thing about the town that stuck out to her.
Irritation seized over the girl while the downpour continued to become heavier, blurring the girl's vision as she moved through the streets. The sound of the rain puddles smacking against her rainboots became music to her ears. The rain was burbling into the drains and dripping from the flowers. She was very fond of stormy days, more so than most people were, but what made her sigh was the thought of the earful she was about to get from her father when she arrived back at her new home.
Once the girl arrived home, she let her rain boots sit on the front porch to not attract more rain into the house. She quietly unlocked the creaky door that revealed the dimly lit hallway. The window curtains were open but the main light source was easily picked out to be the television.
"Fee, is that you?" a faint, scratchy voice questioned from the other room.
The girl called back to answer as she trotted slowly into the living room, revealing her cold and damp self to her father. The loving smile once present on his face turned into a look of horror at her state. Fee's father set his 'father of the year' mug down and ran his wrinkle-stained hand across his face before sighing loudly.
"I told you to bring an umbrella," He muttered, expressing his displeasure of the rain.
Fee sheepishly smiled while playing with the ends of her damp hair, "I must've forgotten."
Her father rolled his eyes before letting a small smile appear on his face. He couldn't stay mad at his daughter. He took his place on the brown leathered couch and brought his attention to the football game.
"Go shower," he shooed the girl off playfully, "You don't need to get sick before your first day of school."
Fee nodded happily and took her chance to sprint back to her room. There were still boxes of stuff left to pack but Fee paid no mind to them. She quickly stripped off her clothes and stepped into the steaming shower.
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"So kiddo," Fee glanced over to her father, on the couch, who had his mouth stuffed full with mac n cheese, "you ready for the first day of school?"
