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Rain
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Hope
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Mar 23, 2009 08:53PM
Some people look at the rain. I listen to the rain. I hear it talking to me and thudding on my window. I feel the rain, its wet and warm. I love the rain.
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I could really relate with Gene Kelley when he sang Singin' in the Rain from the movie with the same title.
The pain was almost unbearable. She was happy that she could say she just came out of the rain when people asked her if she was crying.
With every drop of rain, the pain eased slightly. She breathed in the scent of rain and let it carry her to a better place without pain or heart break.
She pictured herself on a faraway island, with the waves and salt hitting her face. She had no worries and no cares on that island.
Her mother handed her a mop and said, "Mop that floor, and I want it spic and span, or you'll do it over again. Clear?" Rebekka empathized Cinderella greatly. She felt just like her, without the fairy godmother, prince, or glass slippers.
Her life felt horrible. She wanted a better life. But she had no idea what was to come... terrible sadness... but all would be well in the end...
At least that is what she dreamed about. As she put away the mop and carefully made her way out of the kitchen, she thought about her most recent dream. it had seemed so real.
Sometimes life just wasn't fair. What was she talking about? Life was never fair. Especially not her's.
She was planning on going to live with her grandparents. They were the only people that she really trusted.
2 more minutes and she's out of here yesterday. No doubt about it. She was leaving. She couldn't think of anything that would make her come back.
She suddenly realized she had no way to get to her grandparents. She couldn't have sneaked away if she had started up her car. She lives in Boston, and they lived in Baltimore. "What am I going to do," she pondered.
She graved her cell phoun and called her friend chrysaline who convinced her brother to drive her to her grandparents house.
She hoped she wouldn't end up with some drunk dude who wanted to marry her. She just had to get to her grandparents.
She went to the beginning of the highway and stuck that thumb out. She tried to appear confident, but she was scared out of her wits.
((Real quick, I vote that anything that is not the next part in the story line is in the double paranthese as started by Catreads ***Catherine***))
((k))She was worried about what people might be saying but she realized that she really didn't care.
She saw a tall man with a bandanna around his head, peering out the window at her. She began to wonder if this would be worse than being with her family.
Time continued to tick by as did the cars. Rebecka started walking in the general direction of her grandparents house hoping that someone would pick her up soon.
((Sorry. It looked like my part didn't get posted unitl after the guy got there.... it was supposed to go before message 51....)
She hoped that someone, who at least looked like they took care of themselves, came to pick her up. She was worried that she would stand there all night, unseen.



