wheather

That morning, I awoke to the rain tapping on the window above my head. As a person who enjoys storms, I was enthused about the weather. I slid into my jeans, combat boots, and chunky sweater, smiling as the soft fabric touched my skin. Days like this are my favourite. I had already declared this day to be a good one.

The wind whipped around me as I got out of the car and struggled to open my umbrella. As I walked inside, my boots squeaked from the puddles of rainwater that I trudged through on my track to the building. I could feel the moisture that had soaked through my pants onto my legs. The first half of the school day went by as usual; the hallways were packed like the New York Subway System. The end of the school year was approaching and I could feel it.....