RainWater's Adventure

Seasonhelper was full of pink, purple, blue and rainbow cotton trees. The grass was bright yellow with every plant imaginable. The houses were made of glass, and everybody was always energetic. Everyone used their wings to travel from place to place, and the orange dirt road made Seasonhelper a bright, perfect place.

         This place (I heard somebody say it was Manhattan) was obviously not Seasonhelper. These houses were made of brick; everybody was walking so fast, not even bothering to use their manners. The streets were crowded with honking and beeping, and there was not a minute of silence. Could a girl get a minute of peace please?

          I straightened out my rainbow-colored jumpsuit, I flew toward the sky to get away from the incoming 20-feet humans. My cerulean curly hair got in my pale face, which blocked my view. When I finally moved it out of the way-

Boom!  Thud!

          I crashed into a pole. I saw two people that looked the same, then saw four people, and then my vision became a kaleidoscope. The last person I saw before I blacked out was a little girl.

          Turns out that innocent girl was also the first person I saw when I woke up in a room that was every shade of pink. The quilt on her enormous bed had pictures of my friends.

This person is super creepy, I kept thinking, are my legs really that chubby? Why is Mintsetta super tall?

 As I tried to get out of a jar I was trapped in, the bedroom door opened, revealing a gigantic girl with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. She looked seven or eight years old, but I could’ve been wrong, as she seemed way too tall for that age.

          “I’m so glad I found you, RainWater. Will you sign my book?” she squealed.   

          “What?” I shouted, confused.

          “You look exactly like RainWater in my story,” she said, still beaming with excitement.

          “You may have confused me with another RainWater. I do not belong in a storybook.”

          “Aren’t you from Seasonhelper?”

          “Yeah…”

          “WELCOME TO EARTH! I’m Chelsea, and I’m your biggest fan!” she exclaimed.

          This isn’t Seasonhelper? I knew something was different. The only problem is, how do I get home? And how do I get this “Chelsea” off my hands? She is polite, but I want to go home!

          “So! Are you going to sign my book?” Chelsea repeated.

          “No… um, I can’t. I need to get home!” I answered.

          Chelsea’s face dropped.

She must really like me, I thought.

I could tell that she was fighting back tears. “Do you know how to get there?” she asked, her face not showing happiness, sadness or even anger.

          “That’s the problem. I don’t know how I got here, so how do you think I’m supposed to get home?!?” I said, raising my voice even louder than it’s supposed to be. “If you see me panicking, you should obviously know that something’s wrong, AND I WOULD HAVE DISAPPEARED SOONER IF I KNEW HOW TO!”

Chelsea stared at me in horror. I could tell she was getting sadder by the minute, because her blue eyes became watery. 

          “Oh my gosh, Chelsea, I’m so sor-” But it was too late. She was out of her bedroom door, crying. My gray eyes began to tear up as well. I can’t believe I hurt a little girl’s feelings, I thought to myself. She’s just a little kid. A little girl who is still growing. Just like me.