FANFICTION

Chapter 3: Rain Rain Go Away

It was raining hard when I got home.

So my plan to go in the treehouse, eat chocolate, cry and write resulted in me to: go in my room, curl up in blankets, and end up with writers block. I couldn't for the life of me remember what I was going to make Diggs say after Silver woke up. It was on the tip of my tongue! I knew once I got that one line I'd be on a roll again! My readers have been waiting over a week for my next update and I always promise to update almost daily or in two days if I'm really busy (or just, you know, crying). Everything is going wrong today! Next time I say I'm happy in the morning I should just stay in bed.

I pulled my dark purple duvet up to my chin and engulfed myself in the warmth of my feather filled friends. I looked over my shoulder and caught a glimpse of myself in my mirror. My short red hair was tied up in a messy bun with most of my hair falling out, leaving me to look like some five year olds Barbie doll who decided they wanted to play hair dresser today. The vast amount of freckles scattered across my nose looked as if I smeared dirt on my face. I looked closer in the mirror to discover that I' beginning to break out on my T-zone area, which means I'll be expecting Bloody Mary to appear 'down there' soon.

I looked awful, let's put it simply.

My phone buzzed on my night side table. "Ugh. now I have to un-engulf myself from my warmth." I though to myself. I reached a hand out from under the sheets and grabbed my phone. It was dad.

Hey bud! Running late at work and won't be home till late tonight. I'll take a rain check on that dinner you promised!

Ok, even cooler! Home alone on a thunder storming night with writers block and no chocolate! This day has been just peachy!

Almost as if on cue to ruin my day more, the doorbell rang. Even better, visitors! I grunt and sigh in frustration as I now leave the safety and security of my warm bed. I trudge down the stairs until I make my way to the front door. I look through the peephole to see a wet James in a red raincoat out on my porch. "I really don't want to be a social butterfly right now." I began to back away from the door deciding to ignore him and pretend I wasn't home.

As if on cue again, I get another text from my dad.

Btw, I texted Jamie to come over and keep you company! Thought you might like a friend through the storm!

Thanks a lot dad.

I turn around and head back towards the door. I open the door reluctantly and step away from the doorway allowing Jamie to pass. "Your dad texted..."

"I know." I cut him off bluntly. I slammed the door behind him and made sure to lock it.

"What's up with you?" He said unzipping his red raincoat and hanging it up on the hat stand. When he turned back to face me, I noticed he had a bruise near his eye and a cut on his upper lip. The bruise was just beginning to turn purple and still had that yellowish colour. It was fresh. My arms which were crossed from frustration slowly slipped to my sides and I could feel my muscles in my face release from the expression of annoyance to concern.

"James." I say awkwardly as I move towards him putting a hand towards his eye. He swats it away gently and moves his eyes away from me. "It's nothing. Just a little bruise and scratch. It'll heal."

James's famous last words.

I worry about him a lot. Sometimes I think being shunned and ignored is awful and all, but nothing tops the pain those football jerks put him through. He doesn't ever do anything to deserve it either. They just do it for fun. Because he's the smart guy.

Because he sticks up for me.

"Who?"

"Bret." He replied.