"Sometimes I wonder what my mother would say if I ever told her where I was or what I was doing. I was never proud of it. Stealing things was never something I ever wanted to do, but I'm forced to. She always told me I was like the rain: quiet and silent, yet lovely and inviting. I never really understood what my mother meant by that. It wasn't until recently that it dawned on me. The rain doesn't particularly bother me. It never has. I find it more soothing than annoying, but perhaps that's because just like me, you only remember it exists when it's there." -Maeve (This story is best experienced blind. Description is kept vague about plot for the benefit of the reader. See reviews or introduction page if you are in need of more information. Reading the introductory is advised.)

{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }