Erika Wheeler was doing fine. She had a boyfriend, great grades in school and two best friends with a couple of other catywompusses. Things seemed great. Too great to be honest. The feeling in the back of Erika's mind was right. Something was going on and it wasn't positive. She was drifting away from her friends, growing even more angry at her father, and was falling out with her boyfriend. Things couldn't get much worse for Erika. But like always, life has it's ways.

A downpour isn't just rain. It's having all your sadness, pain, and fears come down onto you at once.

Canada. Anywhere but Canada. The place where it's constantly cold, and rainy and gross. It's so different from Pennsylvania. Not to mention I own more shorts and tanks than I do long sleeved shit. "Erika! Come on there's still boxes!" My dad called. As if I wanted to move with my dad to Canada. My parents just had to get a divorce. They had to split up the kids. So now my twin brother Daniel was in the US and I was in Canada. I groaned getting up from my spot on the front porch of the new house. It wasn't as cold right now because summer was coming up, but how joyful would it be when winter came. I went and grabbed a box from the truck in the driveway and grabbed a couple boxes. "Hey, you need help?" I heard a voice come from behind me. I started fumbling with the boxes when I turned around. In front of me was an extremely attractive boy. Did I mention how beautiful Canadian boys are? I didn't? Oops.