Truth

In the beginning

It was raining. It never stops raining. I sit at my window and watch each drop of water race down to the bottom. It's always a race. The ones I bet on never win. I feel as though they represent me. They don't win but they still try.

I've been doing that a lot lately, trying but not winning. Sometimes it gets tedious but I guess if I give up then I have no chance of winning. I made my way to school with my umbrella up and my head down. My shoes were soaked by the time I got to school. It was like walking in my own tiny little ponds. I didn't care. They will dry eventually.

I have to walk past all the girls who are waiting for their friends. It's so frustrating because you can see them staring into your soul trying to judge anything they can. It's so nerve racking. But who cares I walk to a table. Where my friends and I sit and block all the demon eyes out.

I usually sit alone for 10 minutes until my friends show up. We talk for a while then go to lesson. One of my friends is called Harry and another is called Alira. You can probably guess what my problem is here. I will give you some time to guess.