White Alpha |h.s|

1. Mainstream

Noelle

Rain was the single most relaxing thing on this earth. The "pitter patter" on a roof, the light rolls of thunder here and there. That feeling of coziness, when you're snuggled up inside, under the covers. Watching, and listening to the beauty unfold. If I were being honest, I didn't much like the thunder. Light thunder doesn't bother me, but the Thunderstorms...I don't take nicely to those. I always get anxious, and nervous, because I know that there could be a possible tornado. If you're not afraid of tornado's, you are probably inhuman. It's days like these, I wish I didn't have to go to school. I would love to just stay home, in my solitude, and just listen to the rain.

I can remember so many times, my mother and I, we would curl up together and watch scary movies while it was storming. We would eat popcorn, and ice cream, any junk food that was available. Sometimes, if it wasn't thundering, we would put on our rain boots and go play in the rain. Splashing around, having a grand time. When I think of her nowadays...it brings back so many memories. I remember thinking, how could this have happened? Who did this? What did this? Why, of all people, did my mother have to go...in the way she did? I was only fifteen when she was murdered. Murdered.

She was working late at the hospital, Father had told me at dinner that night. He said she'd be home around midnight, so I went to bed. The next morning, I woke to hear my Father yelling downstairs. I got up, to see what was going on, and saw that two police officers were kneeling with my Father, who was crying hysterically. I sat down on the stairs, and just watched. I had never seen my Father cry, and seeing that Mother wasn't around...I suspected only the worse. My thoughts were confirmed, and exceeded, when Father sat me down later that day. He told me words, I never thought I would hear. On her way home, she wrecked in the woods. They said, the wreck didn't kill her. Something else did. They suspect coyotes, or maybe even a mountain lion. They also had theories that someone wrecked her on purpose, and just ripped her to shreds...

Needless to say, thanks to those theories, I had nightmares for months. Sometimes I get them, but not as often as I used to. At the funeral, my Father hung around with the Sheriff and his wife and son. I just tagged along, and stayed quiet. A talent of mine. At the cemetery, I watched them as they lowered her into the ground. I was the only one left standing at my mothers final resting place, before Father came and retrieved me. At the family gathering afterword, I talked with my Godfather, who is my Father's really close friend. He's got a wife and kids himself, he's from England. He told me stories of his little boy, Liam? Yes, that's his name. He seemed like a funny kid. It wasn't long after the funeral, that he and his family moved to the states, to be closer to us. George always said how excited he was to be in the states, even for the darkest of reasons.

On my sixteenth birthday, I had never felt so alone in my life. Father encouraged me to have a party, in which I regrettably did. He threw this big fancy party, my only guests were family. He told me he had a big surprise for me, and I was actually hoping he'd bought me a plane ticket to Paris, which is the place I want to call home in the near future. But no. His big surprise was not a plane ticket. It was not a car. It was not a new Gucci purse, or Channel No.5 perfume, no, it was the worse thing you could ever imagine. At least, the worst thing I could imagine. On my sixteenth birthday, just one year after my mothers passing, he has the audacity to bring home his new fiance, and her son. Who just so happen to be the Sheriff's now ex-wife. Can you believe that? I honestly thought he was joking, but oh, let me tell you, I've been living this joke for a year. Chasity, his blonde "trophy" wifey just seems to literally hate my guts. She's lived under this house for a year and has seemed to have made it her goal to make my life worse than it already was. My code name for her is "The Wicked Whore." But there really is not point in having a code name, since I can only talk bad about her to myself.