Summer Rain

And Then Them.

And then...

I wake up. 

This has been happening a lot. It's the same dream every night. I always wake up before I can see what's chasing me. It has to mean something. Anything! This has never happened before. The dreams started about a month ago. Quite frankly it's driving me nuts.

I want — No, I need — to know what this is and what this means. 

I look over at my alarm clock with its bright neon-purple numbers. It read four a.m. 

I sighed.

Today is Friday. Finally the weekend... I needed a break. I laid in bed for a while. 

I must have fallen back asleep because the next thing I know, an annoying beep beep beep wakes me up. 

It's six o'clock. 

Time to get ready for school, or as I like to call it: Hell. I slowly push my silky black comforter off my legs and turn to put my feet on the cream colored plush carpet. My calico kitty named Zeppelin rubbed against my legs as if to say, "good morning."

I got her the day before...

The Accident. 

The day that changed my life forever...

I shook my head and got out of bed. I am not a morning person. I went and turned on my light making my dark purple room seem lighter. My band posters flashed back at me. They consisted of my favorite, Led Zeppelin — which is who Zeppelin was named after, Def Leppard, The Beatles, Pink Floyd, and Nirvana. I went to my black dresser and grabbed a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and a Beatles band tee. I did my usual routine before going to my closet to pull out my converse. I absolutely loved these shoes. If I could I would have every color ever made. 

I looked in the mirror. My light green eyes stared back at me; my dark chocolate colored hair was in curls down past my bum; my sun kissed skin was glowing after a long day in the sun. I slightly smiled. 

Not bad.. I thought to myself before walking out of my room and downstairs to the kitchen, with Zeppelin not far behind. I saw my grandmother at the kitchen table. "Good morning, Gran." I say. 

"Good morning, Dear. Your breakfast is on the table." She replies.

"Thank you."I loved my Grandma to bits. She looked like the average grandma. Her hair was gray, and she had smile and laugh wrinkles. She sort of reminded me of Betty White. 

Yeah... She was that adorable. Plus, she smells like cookies. Ever since my parents died, she had taken responsibility for me. I'm forever grateful.

She made me my favorite for breakfast. Waffles! 

After I was done, I put my plate in the dishwasher and realized it was time to go. I grabbed my bag and gave my grandma a kiss goodbye on her cheek and headed out to the big, black Range Rover. It had been my father's car. It was passed to me. I got in and started the engine. I pulled out and made the drive down my mile long driveway. Since I live in the middle of the woods, it was a long drive. I drove a half hour everyday to get to school. I didn't mind. I turn the radio on.  A Led Zeppelin song comes on; they were one of my favorite bands. I sing the entire way until I reach Moonridge High. It was your average school with the average posses: the jocks, cheerleaders, nerds, goths, and the average people. 

Like me.

I consider us the normal people.

I parked my car and got out walking to the school. When I was inside, the hallways were buzzing about two new students who just arrived. I stopped by my locker; I didn't have anyone by me. When I grabbed what I needed, I went to homeroom. My homeroom teacher was sitting at her desk reading. She was an English teacher who taught Juniors. I had her last year. She's very young, only twenty three years old. She was very tall, maybe 6ft. She should have been a model; she has long blonde hair to her mid back and blue eyes. Her and I got along very well. We were friends. Even though its against the law, everyone knows and they don't care. We are professional in school. I went up to her. "Morning Claire. Oops, I mean Miss. Styx." Yeah, her name was Styx, like the band, which I thought was cool. 

Raynne St. Cloud is ridiculous. I think my parents wanted me to have a weather name. At least they didn't spell it Rain.

"Hey Raynne, What's up? We're getting two new students in here." She replied. 

"Really? And I'm good. I'm tired as hell. What are their names?" I asked. 

She looked down at a paper. "Mathew and Storm Liekos." 

Storm. I liked that name. It was different. I nodded. "Sweet." We talked until people started coming in. Then I went and took my spot in the far right hand corner close to the window. Once the late bell rang, the door opened and our principle came in. He was a tall thin man with with pale skin with blue eyes. He was quite attractive, and maybe around forty. 

"Miss. Styx, here are your two new students, Storm and Mathew Liekos." She smiled slightly, her eyes lingering on Mathew.

"Hello and welcome to Moonridge High. Take a seat anywhere." The principle leaves. There are two desks open. One in front of me and one on the left next to me. I look at them. Mathew is tall maybe 6'2 with blonde hair and baby blue eyes. He is muscular an is wearing tan shorts with a black tee shirt with Converse like mine. He takes the seat in front of me. The other one, Storm is very handsome. He has longer black hair that reaches past his ears and tan skin. He has the greenest eyes I had ever seen, and a small five o'clock shadow. He is so tall. Like 6'7 . omg. He is wearing dark jeans with a tight black tee shirt which shows off his muscular body well, and he's wearing Converse also. He sits next to me. I pull out a book and start to read. About five minutes later I feel someone looking at me. I look up and meet Mathew's eyes. 

I raise a brow. 

He chuckles and speaks, "Hi, I'm Matt." 

I smile. "Hi, I'm Raynne. Nice to meet you." He smiles. He has  a nice smile. I go back to my book. 

He speaks again. "So do I have any classes with you?" He gives me a folded paper with his schedule on it. 

"Yes, I have History, Math, Gym, and Lunch with you." 

"Sweet, we have all but one. Storm has the same schedule." 

I nod and smile. "Nice." I go back to my book, wanting to finish the part I'm in. Just then Matt's mouth opens. I have a feeling it's going to be a long day. Matt seems like a talker — the total opposite of Storm. 

He is silent.

I want to know why...