RAINDROPS

Prologue

My life was torn apart, my heart shattered and I couldn't do anything about it. As I think about it now I realise how simple my life was before.

Every day I'd wake up, often to find out I was late for school. I always had to rush to find some clothes, usually just throwing on a pair of jeans and a sweater. I didn't even bother to put makeup on, I never got the use of it anyways. It always seems like people are using makeup to make themselves feel better, or to look prettier.

But I never wanted to think in that way I just always tried to see the best in people, and always tried to see them for who they were, on the inside and on the outside. Watching people hurry on the street or calmly waiting for the bus I'd find myself curious as to what they were thinking, and if they noticed me like I noticed them.

My mom always told me to see everyone for who they are and that all of us are worth the same, but in different ways. If that makes sense, it means you should not think about the bad things or annoying things people do but just appreciate the good and accept the person. Even if you don't like them.

That's also how I tried to see myself, I accepted myself and I actually liked myself. Now don't let me get you wrong, I don't despise makeup or whatever. If someone wears makeup it doesn't mean I like them less, I just feel like there is no need for it, like they would be beautiful with or without makeup. 

After getting dressed I would brush my hair and quickly glance in the mirror before running down the stairs. 

On my way to the kitchen I would walk by my dad's home office and give him a kiss on the cheek. He usually started his mornings by reading the newspaper, lets just say he was very involved with the latest news. 

He had to be, because he was the editor of the local newspaper. He worked on the biggest stories and had to do the craziest things. I believe he once told me about this guy they were chasing, who supposedly had robbed numerous banks, but he just ended up being a crazy guy who ran around the city telling people weird lies. The guy wanted to take credit for it, because he thought it was cool. 

That wasn't even the worst part, as my dad tried to find him the newsvan got stuck on the side of the road and they couldn't get out for three hours! I remember laughing really hard when he told me, I thought it was quite funny. 

Although it didn't end very well, turns out there was a real bankrobber and he escaped. The police tried to find him for months, but it was as if he vanished from the face of the earth. Which made the entire story even more weird.

He started his career as a simple journalist, having to write stories about the most boring things. He didn't mind it though, he told me he had fun because he could write. He loved to write, even though I never seemed to be able to get the hang of it, I kind of got that from my mom I guess. 

His stories kept getting bigger and bigger, he was even asked to write about some major crime gangs in the city. It was kind of dangerous but he always smiled and joked about it. I loved that about him, he was the one doing the dangerous stuff, but he was still trying to comfort me and my mom.

He'd always smile at me and wish me good morning. He always had something to joke about, but I usually cut him off pretty fast and ran to the kitchen. I often wish I would've talked to him more, had I known what was going to happen I probably would've.

As I left his office I could already smell the air of freshly baked pancakes in the air, my mom used to make them literally every day. It was crazy! But she loved baking them and I loved eating them, so I wasn't going to stop her.

She greeted me and I would kiss her on the cheek just like with my dad. She had beautiful deep green eyes, they always lighted up the room when she smiled. I would sit down and grab a couple of pancakes, shoving them down my throat as I reached for the tea. Yes. It's tea for me, I don't know why but I never really liked coffee, I still don't.