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(1) Rain rain go away.

Rain, rain go away.

Rain can be soothing for most or annoying for others. Cyra was in the other category. Her feelings towards rain were very much bipolar. However right now the heavy pitter patter of the rain was getting on her nerves.

She sat impatiently on her new bed, in her new flat, in front of her old laptop waiting for her results.

Pit.

Pat.

Her palms got sweatier which made it harder to keep on refreshing her email. She needed to know if she could get in or not.

There was a slash of lightening, the light cut through her curtains followed by the chorus of thunder.

'This shouldn't be how I get my results,' she thought. The whole atmosphere was not giving her good vibes, the rain, the thunder and lightening. It all resembled a horror film.

Something was bound to go wrong and that something was most likely going to be her A level results.

"Rain, rain go away. Come back another day," she mumbled. The beating down of the rain against the roof quietened her voice down to a mere whisper.

She anxiously refreshed her inbox again.

And again.

And again.

Nothing.

The nerves and the rain outside made her shake and feel faint. Cyra wasn't having it. She got up and walked to the kitchen. She needed food.

She came back with a big tub of Ben and Jerry's and a cup of tea. The hot and cold soothing her nerves.

She quickly opened the tub of ice cream and dug into it with a soup spoon. She picked out the chocolate fudge brownie bits, which were her favourite part. While chewing on the orgasmic goodness she refreshed again, now a tad bit calmer.

'Food makes everything better.' The only downside to food was that she didn't need more fat piling up at her hips or tummy.

She refreshed again. This time she had received the email which gave her the link to where she could access her results.

'Shit,' she thought. Now there was no going back. She opened up the link and logged on.

'Breathe.' she reminded herself.

In.

And out.

Cyra shut her eyes, not ready for her results. She had the feeling she wouldn't be happy.

There was a sharp flash of lightening followed by the rumbling thunder. That was the last thing she heard before she pressed 'enter.'