You can hear something but not know where it is.That's is exactly how you explain me. I am quiet mostly until I cry . It's like rain but no other noise comes from me. Some people say it sounds like rain so they don't worry about it. Others can't put their finger on the quiet but unquiet noise of my tears hitting the floor. The piter , patter off my tears hitting the floor is numbing ,so whatever I am crying goes away as soon as it comes,but it never really goes away. It stays in the back of my mind and nag at me and nags at me until I start to cry again.Listen closely and you might hear it someday. Crying with a chance of rain.

Chapter 1

           I walk to school every day and hear about the heavy short rains last night.I am so oblivious to what they were really talking about. I think in my head the whole time I didn't see or hear one drop of rain last night! Then I just push it aside to think about later. I go to class and my teacher,Mr. Briggs, started to talk about the rain shower and how he hopes that no one played out there and got very sick. Although still I don't know what they were talking about, I some how believed them and left it alone. The rain shower was the talk of the school all day. Even my fiends,Sara Lind (also known as Slow Baby ) and Brady ( also known as Brady bunch), were talking about the rain shower and they barely talk about school gossip.Other than the rain problem everything went on as usual. My teachers yelled at me for not be productive ,and I gave them an icey stare in return. They send me to the office and I get bored so I go to sleep as the principle is speaking to me which will give me a detention or a write up. People talk about parties I will never be able to go to. Not like I really care or anything though. Bully girls the size of a quarter back hit me , throw my stuff down, spit at me, and curse me out or call me pre k names like butt face or buck tooth Brittany. At least some times they use my name ,Brittany, or they don't it really does not matter. Then I go home to my wickedly ugly step-father. He alone can make a Nun want to punch him in the face.
         He just picks at your flaws to make his ugliness sound better.I am ugly but he is werewolf ugly. The only reason my mom is with him is because he has money and we don't ,so she married Your ugliness and that was the end of my life as we know it.
Chapter 2

       After everything that happen on the daily bases , I either write in my journal our go outside in my yard and cry for minutes or secounds. My mother says she worries about me when I cry so heavily and for so short a time. My step-dad jokes and says stuff like I cry so loud that it actually rained. Which is true in a way. When I cry sometimes it actually does rain depending on how loud I cry. Often I don't know that it is raining I just know that I am feeling horrible.It causes problems sometimes when I am in this oblivious state. I could cry for 5 minutes or I can cry 5 hours and the end result is a cold from the rain or being baricated with stupid jokes coming from the he-man I call stepdad. That alone makes a girl want to cry for a life time.
Lately,though, I can't control any of my break downs. Sometimes I could be my usual moppy self and then all of a sudden I start to cry . It get's worse by the days. My mom says it is from stress of the teenage life. I know she probably is somewhat right ,but it still disturbs me .
          After one of my many breakdowns, my mom did something I never thought she would do. She allowed me the choice in either staying here with her and Your Ugliness or go to the mountains with my grandmother. That was the best news I've heard in ages, but there was a little problem. My grandma was supposedly a luney tune and would not even remembered I was staying there. I aprouched this with my mom and she said that it would be okay because they put grandma on some heavy meds, that make her more tolarable and more able to pay attention.Of course, that's why they wanted me to go because grand needed someone to take care of her and they didn't want to be the ones to do it. I agreed; not really caring because of the fact that I couldn't wait to leave these but kissers.
CHAPTER.3.
Today I leave for a new start in the mountains with my grandma;well, at least that is what my mother tells me , but I know she is just letting me go because grandma needs to be taking care of.The upside is that I can get away Your Ugliness that alone could make a person happy, but me being the person I am I am just hollow.
"Good bye, baby. Remember mommy loves you," my mother said before she left me to get on the plane. I just gave her a meek wave and rushed on bored.
When I was nestled in my first class seat I put in my ear buds to listen to "Flyleaf I'm So Sick". Awesome, maybe. The plain leaves of and I feel like I am a bird soring away from problems. Hahaha funny right. My problem follow me wherever I go.  I look out the window and watch the clouds bellow me. They range from colors of orange to pink. The most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life.  I look to my right and almost had a heart attack. Sitting beside me was this guy around twenty looking at me. 

  "Hi" he said,"I am Blade." I looked at him for a moment and then grew red in the face becaude I was starring at him. " Hi, Blade. Um, I'm Ray."  He looked at me funnny. "Is that short for something,"he asked. "Unfortunately, yes. My mom has a sick humor and named me Terrain."

 

 

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