I laid on the soft grass, staring up at the beautiful blue sky. I was happy as I could be and nothing could bring me down. . . That would be the perfect story story, but that isn't what this story is like. I wasn't laying on soft grass and the sky wasn't a beautiful blue. Instead, I was standing in the middle of a rose garden and it was raining, the blue sky being block by dull and gray clouds. And there was no way that I was so happy that nothing could bring me down. To tell you the truth, I was so upset and depressed that I felt like nothing could cheer me up, but guess what? This is just the beginning. Would you like to know what happens? Well, for that. . . You will have to read to find out.