The Clouds

Chapter 1

So here you are... reading my story.

Hmm

I never thought you would want to read more.

Where was I?

Oh yeah.

I remember now.

So about 2 and a half years ago.

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Ugh college... It sucks.

My stupid teacher is so stupid. I just want to set him on fire!

Okay... So that was a bit harsh, BUT IT"S TRUE!

His name is Mr. Payne.

Yes that is his name.

And it explains exactly how I feel about this class.

I have him for my AP World History class.

Yes. I am an accelerated student.

You think that I wouldn't have any problems with this "accelerated" class. Well, I do. I think it AP times, like, 7. Does that make sense? Well, it's just so confusing. Everytime I open the 1,274 paged book, I just want to cry. It's AWFUL.

Anyway, that is just a small terrible part of my life. So lets move on.

So I have a little bit longer than shoulder length blonde hair. It is naturally curly, but usually I straighten it. I don't know why. I just do. I am about 5 feet and 11 inches tall. Yeah, I am a tall girl.

Well...let's say that I don't have a lot of friends. I mean I have aquaintences, but they barely talk to me. They're okay I guess. They're nice and pretty. Most of my friends are guys surprisingly.

They are so fun. I am not really a "girly" girl, so I'll play football with them and stuff, but no biggy. Okay, well.... There is this guy who we hang out with. I may have a crush on him.

His name is Drew. He is like my best friend out of the entire group.

Ahhh.... so dreamy....

His beautiful blue eyes

His perfect smile

Those dimples.

Okay getting off track again.

Jeez! You guys need to tell me this!

Just Kidding.

I wouldn't be able to hear you anyway.

I do have 2 friends that are girls, however. Theit names are Hope and Eleanor.

Hope has been my best friend since 1st grade and I have been friends with Eleanor since the beginning of high school.

Hmm... getting off track again.

Oopsies

So This chapter is going to be kind of boring because this is more of an introductory chapter. This is going to be boring. I think from now on I'm going to say the basics.

For starters:

I love wearing sun dresses and cowboy boots. Yeah I'm a country girl!

I also love to wear vintage clothing.

I love antiques

I'm 5'11"

I write songs... but they're not very good. I write them about my life so... i don't know.

I have naturally curly blonde hair.

I have blue eyes.

Umm... is there anything else you need to know? I don't know.

Well then.

Let's move on, shall we?

Where is the action?

oh we'll get there soon. There is going to be a whole bunch of filler chapters and stuff. Those will lead up to the action.

Woo Hoo!

We will start with an after school situation.

Trés Bien! Try it again!

Sorry off track again.

Darn it.

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I walk off the ugly yellow bus down the street heading to my house. Finally the school/college day waa over! Okay, I am in college, but I live quite close to it, so they allowed me to take a bus home.

I walk down the vacant road.

So quiet.

So peaceful.

So wonderful.

I stand with my arms open wide in the middle of the empty road absorbing the sun above me. This slilent town was perfect for a girl like me. No cars and no noise. I feel the sun's warmth and its energy shining on me. I automatically feel ten times more confident and much more happy. It's like the sun can bring out the light inside of me and the clouds absorb the darkness of my day. And it will hold each of my unhappy moments until it can't hold anymore. It will precipitate so the ground can absorb it a feed the flourishing plants. It will fall upon the ocean, lakes, and streams and they will either sink to the floor or it will flow until it can't go any farther.

 I fold my arms and begin to walk to my home where I can be myself without any complaints. I hum to a peaceful tune as I pass by the neighborhood mailman. He waves at me as I pass by. I observe his elderly complextion. The wrinkles on his forehead prominent and the upper lip covered in grey whiskers. I wonder why he chose such a job. I guess walking around and seeing so many friendly faces fills his heart with joy. That is what I can assume by his job choice.

I twist down the curved sidewalk and step up the short steps to the front door. The glass door letting the bright sunlight light up the house. I open it and walk into the small yet comforting living room. I am greeted with a warm welcome from my cat. She rubs her head against my leg as she meows. She speaks to me. The sound of her voice shows me the way she is feeling. Very seldom she frowns at me. She is extremely lovely. She keeps me company. She senses my emotions. She knows when she must be here and when she should walk away.

I set my book bag on the kitchen table and grab my homework. Most of it should be easy, but then there is that one class. History. I stare at the red covered book and almost feel a tear slip down my cheek. I reach to wipe it away, but nothing's there. It was all in my imagination. I just want to cry every time I open the book. Is that bad? Yeah it is.

I might as well start on it so I won't be up until midnight. I really REALLY don't want to do it, but it must be done. I hate this class. Who cares about history anyway. All these people are dead anyway. In 10,000 years, no one is going to remember who the first US president was or what Mesopotamia was.

Am I right?

Or am I right?

I open to page 386 to work on the marginal questions for the ancient chinese inventions like the iron plow and porcelain. I feel a tear slip down my expressionless face. This time it was a real tear.

Well... you don't care about any of this sooo I'm just gonna skip this extremely boring tearful scene.

My cat, Angel, comes over to me as I close the terrifying book and the flowing tears stop. She jumps onto the table and looks me straight in the eyes and kisses my nose with her tongue. I pet her her grey and white head and gentlely smile at her. I pick her up and hold her in my arms as I sing in a soft tone to lighten up the room. A bigger smile creeps up on my face and right then, I knew the rest of the day would be much happier :)