We all have times that never seem right.
They aren't bad, aren't good, but make you question everything you know.
But without these moments we never can know what we really want.
This is what I began to think about as I sat in class on this dreary Tuesday.
What did I really want?
How could I really know?
Was it me or something inside me?
My mother tells me that it is just how I am, I overthink. But I begin to feel something more.
Why will no one be my true friend?
Do we all have to struggle like this?
My name is Summer Gard, a senior at Washington High School and I think.
What else defines me?
What else is there to say?
I sit here, in class, bored as the rain
drips
down
the
window
pane.
"Class! Wake up! All of you are zoning out on me!", said Mrs. Gonzalez.
We all snap out of the daze we were put in from having to learn about history for an hour.
"Now don't forget to finish the homework and it looks as if the rain is clearing up! Enjoy the sun this weekend!", said Mrs. Gonzalez.
I look out the window and see the sun
shining
brighter
than
anything
i have
ever
seen.
How could that be?
Whenever I stop thinking or daydreaming the world is bright again.
It's like the world knows what I am feeling.
How could that be?
Just how could that be?
YOU ARE READING
Weather Girl
General FictionWhat if your emotions and thoughts could control the weather? Summer Gard is a senior at a typical high school in Washington. She begins to realize that her thoughts aren't just thoughts. They are beginning to be a whole lot more. I hope you all...
