This is just a short story I decided to do. let me know what you think! This one is called: Spirits are Never Nice.
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Sixteen-year-old Jaime Whittle always liked the rain. Not because of the soothing pattern of it on the roof or the crisp feeling it gave the air, but because she just didn’t like the sun. Jaime had never liked the sun- it was too hot, too bright, and you always had to be careful outside, or you would get a sunburn. So Jaime didn’t like the sun, but she had to like something, so she chose to like the rain. And that was simply that.
What Jaime really liked, though, was thunderstorms. If she was woken up in the middle of the night by a thunderstorm, she would go outside in her nightgown and stand in the rain, listening to the thunder and oohing and ahhing at the lightening as if it were fireworks. The storms gave her a feeling of foreboding, as if something terrible was going to happen, and it would be storming out. But Jaime assured herself that nothing was going to happen-it was just a feeling. Nothing more.
Well, she hoped.
That didn’t stop her from going outside though, and one stormy fall night, Jaime was awoken by a crash. She jumped out of bed, dressed yet again in her favorite white nightgown and softly padded to the door of her room. She crept out into the hallway, listening to her father’s snores and her mother’s soft breathing, checking to see if they had been woken up. They hadn’t. Jaime threw her long black hair over her shoulder and shuffled down the stairs, her large blue eyes scanning the darkness for any obstacles she may trip over. Though tall and willowy and graceful-looking, Jaime was quite clumsy and always tripped at the worst of times.
Sure enough, when she reached the bottom of the stairs she felt something catch her foot, sending her sprawling to the ground. Jaime looked back and glared at her baby brother’s plastic Little People Farm. Seth really annoyed her. A lot. But she loved him anyway. She shifted a little on the tile and kicked a stall in the farm, and it omitted a loud, scratchy “Moooo.”
“Sugar!” she whispered, staring up the stairs waiting to see a pair of slippered feet on the landing. When there was none, she rested her head against the floor and let her heartbeat slow.
The previous day at school had been a rough one. The glares and whispering had been worse than ever. Jaime had always been a loner. With her pale ebony skin and long, dark hair with the shocking clear blue eyes, her appearance was a bit out of the ordinary, a bit out of place among the bleached-blonde hair and heavy makeup and boobs that belonged to the boob surgeons, whatever they were called.
Jaime jumped at another loud crack of thunder and was reminded of why she was awake in the first place. Cautiously, careful to avoid hitting the plastic farm again, she stood up. She gritted her teeth and opened the door carefully, praying to any God she could think of to please, please let the door not creak.
It didn’t.
Jaime stepped outside, letting the cool, blessed rain wash over her face. Shutting the door carefully behind her, she slipped into the woods and walked barefoot through the soaked grass. The forest was silent, except for the constant pattering of rain and the occasional deafening boom of thunder. Jaime made her way silently to her favorite place--the lake. Soon, she reached her destination and walked out into the clearing. The lake was quiet. It was surrounded by trees slowly ridding their leaves of water, bushes, and patches of flowers. The sky was an angry, boiling purple. Thunderclouds rolled across the sky, and lightening shot across the sky, lighting everything up in one brief ghostly moment.
The lake’s normally smooth greenish-blue surface was disrupted by the rain. Jaime jogged over to the makeshift boathouse that she had built and pulled out her boat, shoving it into the lake. She hopped in and rowed out to the cluster of rocks in the center of the lake. Jaime grabbed a piece of rope and tied it around the nearest rock, tying the boat securely so she wouldn’t have to swim back. She clambered up to the tallest rock and spread out on it, letting the cool air and rain sink into her.
