And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through or how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure wether the storm is really over. But one thing is for sure, when you come out of the storm you won't be the same person you w...
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Song -Ruth B lost boy
You said you liked storms So let you in Turns out you can only handle a little rain But my life's a hurricane - unknown ______________________________
I get out of the warm shower and walk towards my closet. Wrapping the towel close to my damp skin, giving myself a protective shield from the cold air nipping at it. Looking through my racks of clothes and wonder what to wear. It's only the beginning of September so it's still warm. I pick out a very simple outfit and put it on.
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I then brush through my long brunette hair and breath heavily as it takes up most of my energy as its so thick and long. I blow dry it and then move on to pack my bag. Throwing in my glasses and inhaler, I grab my baby blue hoodie and shuffle out of my room.
"Mum! I'm leaving." I shout into the near empty house. I get no answer as per-usual so I close the door and walk towards the bus headed for the destination of horrible building commonly known as 'school'.
My twin had already left and drove to school, it's not that he didn't want to give me a lift, complete opposite, I prefere to not be associated with him as he is really popular, well the quarterback usually is. Hunter isn't mean or anything, I'm just socially awkward.
I put in my earphones and think about how the year will go. It's the first day of my senior year. To say I'm nervous would be an understatement, I'm completely bricking it. Another year of bitchy females, cocky jerks, annoying teachers and boys getting mauled apart by my brother as I'm off limits.
The lyrics basically go in one ear and out the other and before i know it I'm reaching the big red gates. I unplug my earphones and turn off my phone.
"Good morning Georgie." Mrs Godfrey greets as I walk in the school doors. I smile at her and continue walking. Moving myself into the senior office I get my schedule and locker number.
Number 145. Ugh. I frown realising my locker is placed in the lone corridor, a corridor with one empty classroom that's never used.
I menover round the flocks of students. Some exited, scared, quiet and quite frankly some well jumping everywhere.
142, 143, 144 and 145, I find the locker that will last me the whole year. I insert my pin and then fill it with my things.
"Oh my gosh!" I hear someone squeal. I look round and see a blue headed monster push me to the floor. A small scream escapes my lips.
"Chummy were locker buddies." My enthusiastic bestfriend says. Yeah meet Frankie my forever best friend. She's a little crazy if you haven't noticed.
