It was fucking raining . Here I was standing in the rain with my twistout ruined, completely drenched, head throbbing, and tired . And there right across from me is a boy staring into my eyes expectantly as if my answer held all the solutions to his problems . "M- Marshia?" he asked. His usual confidence wavers as the nervousness creeps through his voice and on his face . "Look" I sighed . " I don't have time for this shit " I huffed . "But Marshia I-" he started. "Go home Roger" I waved him off . " What?" Confusion spread across his face like a wildfire . I walked away tired, irritated, and moody . How dare he not get my Sister, Sister reference? I didn't slow, not even when he yelled my name, not even when the pain in my heart told me to stop. I couldn't be weak not even for a second .