unwritten
My friend Autumn sits next to me, long red hair braided to the side, telling me over her guy troubles as we're supposed to be reading. She's so lucky she's pretty, unlike me.
The alarm woke me up at seven a.m. I smacked it off, grabbing my clothes off their hanger. Today was the day. My big audition. Here goes nothing. It's time to prove them all wrong.
Loud cars zip down the road. Gas pollutes the air, tires squeal, music booms. Traffic moves at the speed of a snail.
Rain. I loved the feel of cool wetness on my skin, how you can't tell where the raindrops end and the tears begin. I let the water carress my skin as the tears flowed freely. I released everything, every emotion, every thought, every sense, right there in the rain.