I walked home, my feet splashing puddles of water around, and my music pounding Metallica songs into my head. The rain lightly poured down from the grey storm clouds above, lightning and thunder started to roll in from the north. Once I had reached my ordinary picturesque white house, I was drenched, dirt splatters on my legs and sopping jeans that added 20 kilos to my normal weight. I took my shoes off and went inside quietly. Good thing my parents are out of town for business, they would've killed me for being home this late and for dragging mud all through the house. Once I was cleaned the floor, showered and fed my hunger with Mac and cheese, I hopped into my soft bed sheets and drowned in fatigue. Falling into a land of wonder, mystery an loneliness.

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