A Touch Of Rain Ch.1 REWRITE
I added a new character to make the story a little better. Please, Please comment!
Chapter One
"Hey Freak, where’d you get that outfit, Goodwill?"
Several chuckles followed this remark.
As a matter of fact that was where I got this outfit. That’s where I got all my clothes, if I was lucky enough to get clothes.
Though I was not surprised by this comment, the only reason someone would even speak to me is to insult me. It’s always been that way since the first grade when I started school as Summer Wilkinson. Being sixteen everyone still immediately took a disliking to me, considering I never spoke and always looked depressed.
Because I was.
Life wasn’t exactly what I would have picked out at home. As soon as Michal Wilkinson and Jenifer Wilkinson kidnapped me to be their own child, I was forced to do chores twenty-four/seven and was thoroughly beaten if I forgot to do one or didn’t do them to the right standards. I lived in there stuffy attic and was forced to wait on them hand and foot. Wondering why I’ve stuck around this long? When I was seven years old Michal and Jenifer gave birth to a little baby girl named Grace. I was told the day I decide to go to the police, would be the last day Grace ever saw.
"Class, please find your seat so we may begin." Came the voice of Mr. Howards, our English teacher. Everyone slowly sat down and class began.
"Now today we will begin conjunction sentences, please turn to page…….." This is usually the point where I zone off. Not that I need to listen. I make straight A’s without even trying. Yet another reason for the other kids to hate me.
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I droned on through the rest of the day, and scuffled my way home. I know I shouldn’t be stalling, if I’m a minute late that’s counted as a serious offence at my home. I better hurry u- ah. I found myself on the ground surrounded by moving boxes. What the heck?!
"Oh man, I am so sorry, I didn’t see you there." I heard a guy’s voice say.
"Watch where your- I mean, I guess I should have been paying more attention too." I couldn’t even let him have it like I wanted to, because as soon as I got a flash of that gorgeous face I just melted. He looked to be about my age with strict, sharp features. He was tall, and had silky ash blonde hair and sea blue eyes to match my own.
"Nah, it was my fault." He said, then helped me up.
"I’m Nick by the way."
"Summer." I replied.
"Nice to meet you."
"Sorry about the mess out here, my family and I just moved in." He said while looking around the neighborhood.
"Cool, I live down the street, I guess we’ll be neighbors now. Are you going to North Ridge?"
"Yeah, I am. I guess I’ll see you there." He said with a smile.
A smile that made my heart flutter at that.
"I’ll see you later then." I said then walked off.
"Hey." He said from behind me.
"Yeah?" I said turning around.
"I like your shirt."
I walked home with a smile on my face that day.
"Hey Freak, where’d you get that outfit, Goodwill?"
Several chuckles followed this remark.
As a matter of fact that was where I got this outfit. That’s where I got all my clothes, if I was lucky enough to get clothes.
Though I was not surprised by this comment, the only reason someone would even speak to me is to insult me. It’s always been that way since the first grade when I started school as Summer Wilkinson. Being sixteen everyone still immediately took a disliking to me, considering I never spoke and always looked depressed.
Because I was.
Life wasn’t exactly what I would have picked out at home. As soon as Michal Wilkinson and Jenifer Wilkinson kidnapped me to be their own child, I was forced to do chores twenty-four/seven and was thoroughly beaten if I forgot to do one or didn’t do them to the right standards. I lived in there stuffy attic and was forced to wait on them hand and foot. Wondering why I’ve stuck around this long? When I was seven years old Michal and Jenifer gave birth to a little baby girl named Grace. I was told the day I decide to go to the police, would be the last day Grace ever saw.
"Class, please find your seat so we may begin." Came the voice of Mr. Howards, our English teacher. Everyone slowly sat down and class began.
"Now today we will begin conjunction sentences, please turn to page…….." This is usually the point where I zone off. Not that I need to listen. I make straight A’s without even trying. Yet another reason for the other kids to hate me.
…………………………………………………………………………….
I droned on through the rest of the day, and scuffled my way home. I know I shouldn’t be stalling, if I’m a minute late that’s counted as a serious offence at my home. I better hurry u- ah. I found myself on the ground surrounded by moving boxes. What the heck?!
"Oh man, I am so sorry, I didn’t see you there." I heard a guy’s voice say.
"Watch where your- I mean, I guess I should have been paying more attention too." I couldn’t even let him have it like I wanted to, because as soon as I got a flash of that gorgeous face I just melted. He looked to be about my age with strict, sharp features. He was tall, and had silky ash blonde hair and sea blue eyes to match my own.
"Nah, it was my fault." He said, then helped me up.
"I’m Nick by the way."
"Summer." I replied.
"Nice to meet you."
"Sorry about the mess out here, my family and I just moved in." He said while looking around the neighborhood.
"Cool, I live down the street, I guess we’ll be neighbors now. Are you going to North Ridge?"
"Yeah, I am. I guess I’ll see you there." He said with a smile.
A smile that made my heart flutter at that.
"I’ll see you later then." I said then walked off.
"Hey." He said from behind me.
"Yeah?" I said turning around.
"I like your shirt."
I walked home with a smile on my face that day.
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