Wonderland

Its raining, yup it is raining alright. Its quite funny cause it never really rains here. Southern California doesn't rain much. The rain started when I was in my last period. I looked out the windows of St. Peter's school of Academic Excellence and saw raindrops thrusting themselves against the hard cold window. A bit of steam began to form on the window. I began to watch the wave like steam create a ever flowing movement on the window pain. As the white silk grew and shrank I noticed the finger prints of an unknown person. They must have gotten there when they tried to close it, since no one sat by the overly large windows that took up half the wall from ceiling to mid hip level.

Not paying any attention to what the teacher was raving about my mind began to drift. This is normal for me, this time I was thinking about the trees outside. Yes I know not the most invigorating topic but it was the only one I cared for the moment being. Outside, as the soft rain fell on the quad. The quad is the social center of the campus. Everyone communally gathers to sit amongst their clicks to gossip and have staring matches with other groups. They strewn themselves around four old trees. I have no clue what kind of tree they are, to me they are just trees. Surrounding the tree are benches made of cement on top of grass that is dying from constant trekking. I wondered if the trees got cold, or if they loved the rain like I do. I supposed that they don't feel at all, then my thoughts were interrupted by the bell.

As the sound of freedom came I instantly stood up, gathered my things and left the class with the other students. Not even getting to wrap up my final thought on my idiotic topic. I walked with traffic though the large building, trying not to crash into people getting things from their lockers. I squeeze  my way through constant road blocks till I saw my friends waiting by my locker. Well not exactly, their lockers are right next to mine so its not fair to say my locker. They were deciding where we should go to eat. I was not planning on going so I stayed silent. I took my lock in hand and tried to remember this blasted things combo. 30.....16....26. It took me longer than usual. Its hard to think when people are bombarding you with question you don't feel like answering.

"Blake!" I took off my lock and turned to face Stephane. A short blond girl with a voice that one would swear is two octaves to high for any human person. Her blue eyes look at me with such delight as they always do. Steph is always happy, but why shouldn't she.

She has this face that looks as if it had no blemishes and you just fell in love with her. Her slender figure and mature body features made her a prime reason why my locker was always passed by from on looking boys. Although I didn't mind her boy toy Justin who has been both our friends since kindergarden hated this. Justin being a stereo typical jock was possessive over Steph even though he had no right to be. These two had a strange relationship filled with late nigh hook ups and passionate make out sessions, but never got anything farther than that. The reason for that is Justin was not entirely Stephane's type. He was tall, brown haired and has deep brown eye. His jaw line was one of a male models,like the ones that worked for Hollister. The boy had the body to match, rippling pectorals that would make any female quiver, and maybe some guys. He is the leader of the football team, but don't ask what his position he is cause I haven't a single clue. The reason why they just don't date and get married and have an outrageous number of kids is that he wants her, if that makes any sense. Stephane likes the chase, the fact that Justin wants her so bad is a turn off for her.

After answering her questions, as Justin intimidated every male who looked at Steph's boobs, I said my goodbyes and headed for the parking lot. The rain still fell as I tried to stay as dry as possible cause I didn't want to get my clothes wet. I am that type of guy I'm sorry. I bumped into who I believed was a sophomore and began walking and talking with him. He had an umbrella, and I could tell that he knew that the only reason I was talking to him was for his umbrella. He must have not minded cause he walked me to my car and held the umbrella over me when I got inside. I thought that was a bit too nice for my liking. I put the key in the ignition and turned it till the car roared to life. I turned on the heater and sat in silence for a minute then put the car in drive. I flipped on my wipers as I backed out of my parking spot and headed for the exit. I drove slower than usual and refused to turn on the radio. I enjoyed hearing the pitter patter of the rain on the roof of my car. As I turned on my street the rain got harder. The roof of my car began to sound like a band of syncopated drummers all trying to do a solo at once. I pulled into my drive way and sat in my car with it off. I closed my eyes and listened to the rain as it hit the metal of my car and the pavement. I finally mustered up the motivation to leave the security of my car and ran to my front door. I struggled with the keys in my hands they had seemed to be paralyzed by the cold air. Once getting the key into the lock I threw the door open and slammed it behind me. I walked into my living room and placed my things on the long coffee table that stood in the middle of the room. Sliding into the sofa and began to listen to the rain outside again. A rain drop had started to run down my face which became a pathway for more drops.

The dark room gave me such a relaxing environment that even my dog Spot sat at my feet at peace. The door bell rang and I was awaked from my day dream that I had slipped into. Spot ran to the door and I nonchalantly got up and opened my door. It was some man that I guess lived by my house because he just stopped to tell me that my lights on my car were on. After doing so the man who must have been in his 30's ran into the rain. I grabbed my keys off the key hook where all the keys were and ran back into the rain. Once I got inside my car I switched off my lights and prepared myself for another barrage of rain fall. While I was running back to the door I told myself that I would not slip in the puddles I was trying to dodge. I was not successful, My foot after a long stride landed in a puddle and out from under me went my leg. Pulling myself off the floor and hoping no one saw I rushed into the house and slammed the door. Laying against it I began to catch my breath. Walking back to my seat on the couch I felt my now soaked clothes adhearing to my wet body. Reaching the sofa I reclined once more then the door bell rang again.