It was a rainy morning.
Actually, let me rephrase that.
It was a monsoon of a morning.
This was rare, considering Arizona doesn't get a lot of rain.
I looked out the window, thinking about what would be the most practical thing to wear for my dreaded (and presumably very wet) walk to school. The rain came down in buckets and the road looked steamy as the water evaporated off of the hot pavement.
My phone buzzed on the little table beside my bed and I turned to get it.
It was a text message from Will.
Will: Need a ride to school?
I debated for a moment before deciding that I would definitely rather be driven to school than walk 20 minutes in the rain, regardless of who was driving me.
Carson: That would be great, thanks
Will: You do realize this means you have to tell me where you live ;)
I sighed, before hesitantly typing my address and sending it to him. Luckily my mother was at work and my father was hungover and would be asleep for at least another three hours. If my mom saw me get picked up by a boy I would never hear the end of it, and, well, who knows what my father would do.
Before long the big maroon pickup truck pulled into my driveway and I grabbed my backpack. I ran out the door, closing it behind me, and rushed to the passenger side, so as to stay as dry as possible, before hoisting my backpack into the seat and climbing in after it, which proved to be a difficult task due to my short legs. I closed the car door, situating myself with my backpack on my lap. Finally settled, I turned to look at Will.
"Well, is it all that you dreamed it would be?" I gestured towards my tiny ranch house with the shutters falling off and hanging at odd angles.
"Yes, it's quite exquisite," he smiled at me, and I was suddenly baffled by how perfectly pleasant the kid was, all the damn time.
I said nothing more.
He began to back out of my driveway. Looking over at me, he grabbed my backpack and threw it into the backseat.
"You won't be needing this."
"What?" I responded, confused.
"We aren't going to school," he smirked.
I sighed. I should have known.
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Searching For A Rainbow
Teen FictionCarson has a rough life. Her father is alcoholic and abusive and her only protector is her mother. So when her mother commits suicide, who will be there to protect her? Will Bennett is a happy-go-lucky guy who is liked by everyone. Contrary to the s...
