SUMMER'S RAIN

CHAPTER 1

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Chapter 1

Have you ever had the feeling something isn’t right?  I've had that feeling for the last two weeks.  I've been noticing some freaky shit going on with me. At first, I thought it was just me being clumsy but looking down at the bedroom doorknob I’m holding right now I’m beginning to have my doubts on about that. The metal is smashed together so tight you’d never know it was a doorknob if you didn’t know it to begin with. UGH! What is wrong with me?  No one should be able to do the shit I’ve been doing the past couple of weeks. I bet I could get in the Guinness book of records for F’ing up doors. Yep in the last two weeks I have literary broken nine doors. But most of the times it’s just been the knobs but on three different occasions I cracked the freaking wood. That is so not normal. I know that much, but what am I supposed to do about it? It’s not like I can go to my parents or my friends and say “Hey I think I might have super powers. Watch what I can do to this door.” Yea I could so see that going over without me getting a trip to the local hospital. I have been thinking though if I decide not to go to college, I can always become a weight lifter. I’ve seen these commercials on TV for female weight lifters they make a lot of money. I try picturing myself telling my parents “Hey guys I’m not going to college. I’m really strong so I’ve have decided I’m going to become a weight lifter.” My mom would try to be supportive while my dad would be having a coronary. Laughing at my own crazy ass thoughts I shake my head choosing to forget it all for now.

I’m turning eighteen tomorrow. Three days later I graduate from high school. God that sounds great I'll be an adult no more high school.  I’ll have summer off before starting college. Tonight, my two best friends are taking me out for my birthday. Tomorrow, my family will be having a party for me but it is a family only event. So tonight, I'm going to party with my friends. My parents think I'm going to be staying overnight with Angie. Angie Knight and Liz Bristle are my best friends; I love them like they're my sisters. We have been friends…well I don't really remember a time when we weren't friends. Tonight they are taking me to the city we are going clubbing. Well not really clubbing I think to hold the term clubbing you have to be going to numerous clubs. We are only going to one club as far as I know but it sounds cooler to say we are going clubbing rather than we are going to a club. See the difference? I've never been in a club at all. I’m really hoping they don't ask for identification. Angie says she's been there before and they never asked her for ID so she says we have nothing to worry about. Guess we will have to wait and see. Laying the doorknob on my night stand I head down stairs knowing I’ll find my parents in the kitchen.

“Hey” I say walking in the kitchen. My parents look around at me, but my dad was the first to speak.

“Lana I want to make sure you remember the rules about drinking.”

Without giving me opportunity to reply he continues to talk. To be honest, that’s for best I hate lying to my parents, which I will be doing if I tell them I won’t be drinking. There’s no way I’m following the no drinking rules tonight. I don't drink much but if I get in the club I’m definitely getting my drink on.

“Lana hello do you hear me?”

“Sure Dad I hear you” I reply knowing full well I have no idea what he said.