The Tough Girls Club

Chapter 12: Dances in the Rain

        B.T.W. I was going to post a Redo chapter today, but I felt like going rogue and posting a chapter of this instead. :)

        Also this is unedited so there might be some mistakes.

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        This was crazy. Insane, even. For once in a very long time, the sky was not blue. I live in California. It's a given that the sky is a bright cheery blue, not a murky gloomy gray. I couldn't even remember the last time it had rained, much less snowed. This was unheard of.

        I biked along the boardwalk where there's supposed to be surfers and tanners and about a zillion tourists. Instead I was greeted with a lone family of swimmers and an old lady walking a dog.

        I was still pondering the sudden change in weather when I got to the old building where all the meetings where held. But when I walked in, I wished I hadn't. Because standing in front of me was a girl with blackish brown hair and another one with black hair and purple streets passionately sucking each other's faces off. That's right. Alana and Kelsey were making out. So that's what happened when they ran out of Miss Rose's.

        "Eeeewwww!" I screamed like a two year old. Looking back, it probably wasn't the most eloquent thing to do at the time.

        They pulled away from each other and stood there awkwardly. I stood awkwardly back. And we all stood there in mutual awkwardness, staring at the floor.

        "Sooo," I said,"What's up?"

        But neither of them got the chance to answer before Emily came bursting in.

        "Guys," she said,"It's raining."

        I was expecting her to follow with 'What do we do now?' but instead she ran out the door and I, curious, followed. The other girls were there, splashing and laughing and sticking their tongues out to see if they could catch any raindrops. It was like that scene in Holes, except without the juvenile delinquents or the orange jumpsuits. It seemed that all our best times involved water.

        Zoey took my hand and we twirled, performing a spin I remember from precisely twelve years ago.

        But soon the fun was spoiled as the rain got too hard. We ran inside, screaming and covering our heads.

        "So," I said," What can we do with the rain?"

        "Jamie, tell us a story," Zoey said, sitting down and closing her eyes. Everyone else joined her.

        "Great," I muttered, racking my brain for ideas.

        "C'mon Jamie," Arine said,"Just start with once upon a time."

        "Alright. Once upon a time there was a, a girl. She was average, or as average as you could get when you lived in a kingdom of perfect, beautiful beings. In the kingdom, you had to have a bit of ambrosia every day to be healthy. But the girl was so unhappy she stopped drinking her daily ambrosia. And she kept skipping it, getting sicker and sicker. Some people in the kingdom had begun to make fun of her, and that just made things worse. Then her mother found out, and started forcing her to have her ambrosia. She got better and better, but the teasing unfortunately did not, and she lost many friends. Then she found a group of beings with similar problems as her. They were all different, there were fairies and kind witches and they all had a problem similar to hers. But the leader of this group was a dragon. She kept trying to find a way to beat the dragon, but whenever she did that she would be burned. And then one day she tried to be friends with the dragon, and suddenly things were better for everyone. And she, and the group, lived happily ever after."