This was my favourite time of year. The leaves yellowing, the air cooling and the storms brewing. Even growing up in the heat couldn't prepare you for the sweaty months of summer, so autumn always meant the beginning of better times. I don't know why I loved storms so much, maybe it was the danger. Maybe it was the beauty.
That was the funny thing about storms though, the more danger they presented, the more beautiful they were. So obviously, as soon as the sky turned grey, I rushed outside and sprawled on the grass. I couldn't quite describe the colours above me.
The sky was grey. Not the kind of grey that is usually associated with a storm. The kind of grey that makes you wonder how grey could ever be ugly. It told of wondrous events, beautiful things, and yet it was a warning. A warning from the heavens. A warning that should not have been taken as lightly as it was.
It was the calm before the storm.
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The Calm Before The Storm
Teen FictionMia Thompson is like every other 17 year old; she can't live without her iPhone, she is an avid procrastinator and she just wants to get out of high school. So when she wakes up to find her whole life destroyed, she doesn't know what to do. She is...
