A Shift in Society

1 | I Need to Leave

Author's Note:

Thank you so much for giving this story a chance! Just to clear up any confusion, the entire story is told through the protagonist's point of view, Theadora Montgomery Finch (AKA Thea). The previous chapter served as a prologue in a way and was about another character's past. This character will be addressed in future chapters and the prologue will make more sense later on. It's not random, I promise! Please enjoy the rest or the story told by Thea Finch!!!
-R.R Villanueva

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I glimpsed up towards the sky, and sure enough, it looked like it was about to rain.

I silently cursed the weatherman for forecasting rain later on in the evening. Sure enough, far off in the distance, I could see rain clouds slowly making their way in my direction.

With the current heat coming from the sun, I felt the temptation to accept the oncoming rain.

Yet I knew better than to accept the future deluge.

I heaved out a reluctant sigh, walking ever so slowly in the direction of home.

Regardless of the impending downpour, I was in no hurry to reach the house. Behind the closed doors, I knew I was soon to be greeted with my mother, Lauren Finch, making out with her fiancé, Rick Holton.

The image that popped in my head made me walk even slower than my initial pace.

The June sun had beat down onto my sunkissed bronzed skin, causing me to sweat. Even in cream khaki shorts, flip flops, and a plain white tank-top, nothing could save me from the wrath of the sun.

Except for the sprinkler, I failed to notice, aiming straight at me.

My bright azure eyes widened, and I braced myself for the oncoming attack of water.

Before I could finish my groan of, "Oh no, not again," the sprinkler was already striking me directly in the face.

I tried to cover my face, but the damage was inevitable.

I was completely soaked head to toe.

And I paid the hefty price for not paying attention.

Polka dots.

I peered down at my drenched white tank-top and immediately winced. Behind the material was a highly visible Pink brand of a yellow polka-dotted bra that was on full display for the onlookers.

Great.

Just great.

Because it was the middle of June, I lacked the savior I relied on for awkward clothing situations during the Winter.

My navy blue sweatshirt.

Suddenly, off in the distance, I heard a low whistle coming from the opposite side of the street.

With a deep blush coating my freckled cheeks, I slowly looked upwards at the person who whistled at me.

It was a young man who had strategically whistled as he watered his flower garden in his front lawn.

He was watering the very lawn that owned the sprinkler that caused the very humiliating moment I was going through.

With a glare sent toward the man and his evil accomplice, I speedily walked past his house. My arms folded protectively over my chest, determined not to show any hint of yellow that I knew the man surely seen.

When I reached the driveway of my house on Sunny Side Lane 436th Street, I remembered to slow down my stride.

I was in no hurry to walk into another awkward situation.