A Single Droplet

Chapter One

A storm never starts off as a storm, it starts with a single rain droplet fallen from the sky.  You never take too much notice to that first droplet, because a single droplet never phases you but did you ever stop to think that that one droplet is the droplet which started it all. When you see someone with tears streaming down there face it didnt start like that. That person was fine until that first tear drop ran down their face. Things always start small but they grow like wildfire, and that's the same with me. My life wasn't perfect how it was, and I wasn't exactly living the best lifestyle for me, but it fulfilled my needs and I was perfectly happy with it. Then the night of the incident came and my life changed forever. I guess over summer I had become a better me in some ways, a stronger me, and I was ready to take on the new year. At least I thought I was. 

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I looked in the mirror, it wasn’t perfect but it was okay. I adjusted the bow in my recently brown hair, straightened out my senior uniform skirt and headed for the door. I couldn’t believe just how much I had changed over the summer. I had spent the first few nights thinking over what happened until I couldn’t take it anymore. I wasn’t that person, I was better, so I made a resolution to change. I’d be arriving at school today as a changed person, my former crazy coloured hair which had varied from black and bleach white to vibrant pinks and pastel purples, was now a simple chocolate brown that hung no lower than where my breasts started. I’d ditched the heavy make-up for a simpler natural look, still some light foundation and mascara, but definitely less than the previous dark eyeliner, and heavy foundation I wore every day. Part of me wondered if anybody would even recognise me; there was no one who knew about my change, no one who had seen me since last semester, apart from mom and dad, I didn’t really see any one or go out anywhere over summer. See the thing is, I don’t really have any friends anymore, I did, at least I thought I did, but things changed. This was the first holiday I’d had in a long while that I hadn’t been out partying every night, that was just who I was back then. I had a bit of a reputation, and not exactly the good kind of reputation. It’s not like it wasn’t true though, I slept around a lot. I was a slut and yeah I guess I was pretty easy. I don’t know why I did it, mostly just for myself I guess. I’m not a selfish person but when it came to sex it was always for my own pleasure. I was changing though, had changed. I didn’t want to be ‘the slut’ anymore, meaningless sex wasn’t really my thing anymore. I just wanted to go to school and get the year over with. It’s never that easy though is it?

I approached the parking lot and headed for my regular parking spot to notice it’s been taken by some piece of junk silver mini-van. Who on earth owns a mini-van at seventeen anyway? I soon found a new parking space at the end of the lot right under a tree which had been shedding its leaves. Great, I would come out here later today to have lost my car in a swamp of leaves, and it wasn’t even quite Autumn yet.

With the day off to a bad start already, I wasn’t nearly prepared for what was to come. I’d made it all the way into the hall without being harassed when there at my locker was Daren. Great I thought, as I mentally argued with myself whether or not to turn around before I was spotted, but sure enough he had spotted, and was stood staring at me, eyes wide, mouth gaping open, like a fish out of water. You sleep with a guy one time and you expect him to back off after, but not Daren, his obsession with me was weird.

“R-Raven..What happened?” He sounded as though I was missing a limb or something, not that I wasn’t expecting him to be surprised, but his gaping stare was making me uncomfortable. Rolling my eyes for what I knew was just a first of the many more to come I snapped back at him, praying that he would soon disappear.

“I dyed my hair; it’s nothing new I always dye it. Now are you just going to stand there staring at me, because if that’s the case I’d prefer you glanced from a distance.” I didn’t mean to be bitchy but I was now feeling self conscious about my hair and lack of make-up. I grabbed my first period books from my locker and headed towards my first class, English; at least I could start off with my favourite subject.