There I sat. Allowing the rain to pour down on me. I have always liked the rain. It calms me. It reminds me that everyone and everything have bad days. Everyone cries. And it is okay to cry. A loud boom rang in my ears. Thunder. I inhale the scent of leaves and wet grass. I want to stay here forever. But I know I can't. I will eventually have to go inside. I will have to strip out of my wet clothes and pull on a sweater and leggings. I will sip my green tea and feel drips of water run down my back from my soaked hair. But for now, I hold my legs close to my chest and rest my head atop my knees and wait for eventually. And it could not have come sooner.
I wake up snug in my own bed. I flip open my journal and write. I then put it down on my bedside table, brush my teeth, and go back to bed. A typical morning for Luna James Johnson. I read for about thirty minutes, write in my journal once more, and hop downstairs for my daily bowl of cereal.
Everything is going good for the first ten minutes of being downstairs, until the rest of my family joins me. I would introduce you to them, but that would be good time wasted. So I will just skip it.
"Good morning, Luna." I nod in response. "Sleep well?" Again, I nod.
"Why don't you-" I put my bowl in the sink and race back upstairs, leaving my lovely father to finish his sentence to an empty chair. When I say lovely father, I mean my insanely annoying and full of crap father. I hate him. I always will hate him. Once I am back upstairs, I crawl back into bed and try to fall asleep, which proves itself to be much more difficult than it should be. So I just lay there thinking. Until heavy eyes are too heavy to stay open and a once bright room turns to a dark one.
