Messages By The wind

Messages By The wind - Chapter 1

 

Hey everyone :) ummmm ...... I don’t know what to say, but reading everyone elses amazing stories I just had to try my own. It’s the first story I’ve ever written and I don’t expect much but I’d love it if you could read through it? It would mean a lot and please comment and point out any bits which you think need improving! Don’t be shy to vote or fan ect. :D ENJOY!

Introduction:  This story is about a girl called Rya, she doesn’t have the most amazing life at school having moved to a new school two years ago, at primary school she used to be the leader of the popular crowd in her class.  After moving to secondary school with her best friend everything changed, she was no longer the confident little girl but the quiet observant one and living a year of hell in a mixed school where everyone classes her as geek including her best friend who had suddenly changed she moves to a girls school down the road and tries to fit in, but cant seem to find the right person to be her self with. She goes on holiday after her end of year exam to Syria (her mother’s home country) she normally goes for two months every other year. So she hasn’t been for two years and she’s grown and matured a lot since then, she used to be a kid and now she’s entered women hood. Her Syrian best friend is always there for her. This year is different and she knows it what do you think will happen and who will she meet? Will she be the same girl she was two years ago or is it time to change?

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‘YES!’ I shouted out into the summer sky the sun blinding my eyes, ‘YES! YES! YES!’ I blink rapidly laughing. Okay, I’m generally a quiet and respectable person but I just can’t help myself. If you could see my face right now you’d think I’m a crazy teenager. But actually I just had my last exam and life can’t get any better. I’ve been waiting for this moment a long, long, time, I don’t think I can come close to stressing how happy and free I feel right now. I turn around to search through the rush of girls pouring out of the school building, I don’t think I’m going to find Melody in this crowd and anyway I already said my goodbyes earlier. Melody was my closest friend in school, being here for almost two years, I’ve always felt like there wasn’t anyone I can be my true self with but somehow Melody seemed to count me as her best friend and I acted the part. Don’t get me wrong, I love being around her and talking to her and listening to her but I cant seem to be myself with her. It’s just that we don’t really have much in common but I was always good at being a good friend to someone. I guess it’s the closest ill get to being my self around someone here and anyway I’m used to it now.

I look up at the sky smiling happily as the first drops of rain pour down. I loved the rain. Rain is always able to bring a smile to my face, it makes me feel real. I love it when the streets are wet after a rain shower, and you can smell the cleanness of everything around you like everything is new and pure.  I skip down the street in my school uniform, a dotted blouse and grey short plaid skirt, instantly soaking and sticking to me, my mum is so going to kill me I smile at the thought. Who cares? It’s the last day of school for me and I’m going to Syria tomorrow. This is the last of the rain for me till after two months; I have a right to cherish it.

Living in the area, in a boring estate which always reminds me of a prison, I decide I’ll walk. It was only fifteen minutes walking anyway but the way it was pouring, getting the bus is what everyone else is doing. I shrug and walk through the wet streets not caring how I look, I close my eyes. I feel amazing.  I twirl and dance laughing to myself and open my eyes noticing an old lady under her umbrella staring at me and smiling. I give her my widest grin and carry on walking home, or is the right word swimming home?