Hey guys. those who know me will probably be thinking what happened to your other story. well to be honest I lost heart and couldn't continue. But i promise you that i will finish this no matter what.
Here goes:)
Loving in the rain
It was raining. It always did. But I didn’t mind. In fact I loved it. I loved how the little drops splashed on to your face. I loved the pattering sound the rain made when it fell against a window. I loved how everything shone in the rain, like it was being cleaned. Most of all I loved the cosy fuzzy feeling you get curled up with a good book or a movie with the rain splashing against the window. Well you could say I loved the rain. I considered myself lucky because I live the wettest place in England, what with my obsession. I guess it’s got to do with that fact that it rained when I was born. At least that is what my mum says.
One thing I hate doing is being indoors with it raining outside. If it rains I have to be outside feeling the raindrops slide down my cheeks and smell the fresh earthy smell. So you can imagine my frustration in my maths class. I was looking out of the window imagining myself out there with the rain, when a bang startled me. I looked up to see Mr Wolowitz glaring at me. “Miss Livings could you do us the honour by answering the problem on the board?” he said with an annoyed look. I quickly gave the board a once over and replied “2”. I could literally see the disappointment in his eyes. I guess his prey got away. “Correct” he mumbled. I smiled as he went back to the board. I won’t deny it, I rock at maths. As soon as he turned his attention towards the class I looked out of the window. Just ten more minutes and I’ll be with the rain.
After the longest ten minutes of my life, the bell finally rang. I hastily stuffed everything in and ran out. I ran all the way to the sixth form’s courtyard. I opened the double door and stepped outside. I welcomed the tiny splash like an old friend. I smiled. I ran down the steps, brought my arms out and looked up. I closed my eyes and savoured all the drops that fell on me.
My name is Ivana Livings and I this is how I ended up loving in the rain.
so this is just a preface/preview type thing O_o
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Loving In The Rain
Teen FictionI love the rain. Always have, always will. When it rains I feel like the world shows us its true beauty. Colours become more pronounced and everything looks fresh, clean, looking for a new start. I feel free and I feel like the world is in my hands...
