Wishing for Rain

Chapter 5

When I enter the cafeteria, I don't see Cameron. Nope, there she is. Sitting with all of the pretty girls. I approach her bravely. "Hey Cam," I greet, like we've known each other for the longest time.

"Hey!" her grin spreads ear to ear. She has really nice smile. "Sit," she commands, in a friendly voice.

I look around at the other twelve or so girls. It's easy to tell who their leader of all grades is. She has dark blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes. Her makeup is extremely dramatic, and her clothes violating the dress code. I know this, even though I don't know what the dress code is. Anyone could tell.

"Um, you can't sit here." Cam's face turns to a frown. The bright blue eyes glare at me sharply.

"But Quinn," Cameron starts.

"No, she can't sit here." the bitches gonna bitch. I like that expression better than the original. No matter.

"It's fine," I stammer at Cam. "You stay," I walk away from the table, looking around. Every table is overflowing with hormonal teenagers. Great, just like in every movie I have ever seen about high school, I am going to be that girl, who is forced to eat lunch in the bathroom.

I open the handicap stall. No one else is in this room. I didn't check, but I am almost positive. I open up the paper bag that mama had packed for me. Strawberries and a pb&j. I practically inhale the pb&j. That's my favorite food. Then one by one, I swallow the strawberries. When I finish, I sit on the toilet, waiting for something to happen, or lunch to end.

I want more than anything to be outside. I can hear the rain beating down on the window, heavily. I wonder if a window could talk, if it would complain about being beat up by rain. I don't know why I just wondered that. I am so messed up.

Praying no one else will come into the restroom, I push open the porthole window by the sinks. I stick my head out, and stick out my tongue, trying to catch a droplet in my mouth. When two land on my tongue, I bring my head back through the window.

When I turn around, there is a girl looking at me like I'm crazy--I'm not denying that. "Uh," she says. Her orange-red hair falls past her shoulders, her curls bouncing as she walks towards me. "Hi," she says uncomfortably.

"Hi," I smile through my embarrassment.

"I'm Spencer," she tells me, pretending she forgot what she saw me doing.

"Rain," I say.

"I know it's raining," she giggles.

"I mean my name is Rain," I correct her.

"Oh. That's cool." she looks to the mirror, and examines herself. "Any reason they named you that?" Spencer asks me.

"I was born during a rainstorm. My mom was in Mexico with my dad, because I wasn't do for another month, but when I came she was drenched outside. That's how." I like my name. I didn't when I was younger, but I do like it now.

"That's a good story," she points out, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. I look into another mirror, and fix my bun. It looks better this time than before, but still.

The bell rings when I finish. Spencer gives me her number, "See you around." I guess I am getting lucky with friends. With that, the two of us both leave, and walk off in separate directions.