The Rain

one: deception and secrets

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One

Deception (dih-sep-shuh n):

The act of deceiving; the state of being deceived

   It was the last day of school and the last period of school. The teacher continued to babble on about who knows what, oblivious to –or maybe just ignoring− the fact that no one was paying attention. All the students were waiting anxiously for the dismissal bell to ring, their eyes focused on the clock hands’ every move. That was all the students except me of course. Yeah sure, I hated school. But what I hated even more than school were the series of parties my brothers threw over summer break.

      I have five older brothers, four who were in high school with me and two who weren’t. They didn’t really have to be over protective since I barely had a social life outside of school. Girls were bitchy and were usually using me so they could sleep with my brothers. Guys were perverted, immature, and talked way too much about female genitalia for my liking. So the only social events I ever attended were my brothers’ parties –and that was only a minute or two to get food from the refrigerator.  Even during parties thrown at my own house, I spent majority of my time on my laptop with the door to my room locked.

        You must be thinking “you poor pathetic girl, you must have at least one friend.” Well, I don’t. And it’s completely my choice. I’d rather be all alone than be surrounded by fake people I don’t really like but I still call my friends. Some of you who are reading this may understand what I mean, and some may not. But that doesn’t really matter to me since your understanding isn’t crucial to the story.

Bbbbrrrriiiiinnngggg!!!

  Unlike the other students who picked up their stuff and ran, I took time stuffing all my books into my bag. Soon enough I was the only one left in the room excluding Mr. Marcus who looked relieved that school was over. Sighing, I threw my bag over my shoulder. I guess I really was the only one who hated summer break.

   “Bye, Mr. Marcus,” I called as I exited the classroom.

He looked up, finally realizing that I was still there. “Um, goodbye…” He fumbled through his brain for a name before settling on, “Yolanda.”

   Most people would be offended by this or even worried about their popularity. But not me. I just walked away, laughing as I did so. I was the girl who was only known for being the De Haven boys’ sister. And I preferred to keep it that way. Anonymity was comforting and familiar to me. I liked blending into the crowd; I liked not being noticed.

“Hey! Lorraine De Haven!”

So much for being unnoticeable.

     Sighing, I whirled around to find a perky-looking brunette with a streak of fuchsia in her hair running towards me from the other end of the hallway. She looked somewhat familiar though I couldn’t place from where exactly.

  “I was wondering if I could get a ride with you.” The girl said when she caught up to me, “My sister ditched me and I was planning to come over for the party tonight anyways.”

 “Who the hell are you?” The question just slipped out before I could rephrase it in a more diplomatic way. I wasn’t very good at dealing with people.

The girl looked surprised. “I’m Marcia Carter.” She told me in a bewildered tone.

   “Is that supposed to mean something to me?” I questioned flatly.