Rain by Roxanne "Rain" . (best large ereader .txt) 📖

Hey. My names Rain. Rain Kadyah Johnson. And ever since before my 18th birthday my life was completely upside down. It felt like the perfect dolls house for the most spoilt little girl, but she didn’t want it and all she ever done was kicked it to the side to let it collect dust, or it was kicked about my her older brother who hates girlie stuff. Words couldn’t describe how my life was. It all kicked off 3 weeks before my 18th birthday. Just 3 weeks before the end of school. My life. My family. My friends. Love? Everything completely changed. What did I do to deserve what happened to me.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP* “Urhhh” I moaned as I stretched over to turn my alarm off and pull my blanket back over my face. “RAIN, TIME TO GET UP” my step-mum shouted from the bottom of the staircase leading up my room. Slowing pulling the blanket from off my face, I began to climb down the ladder of my bunk bed. Yeah, I am 17 and I share my room as well sleep on a bunk bed. Life is soo great like that right. Quickly grabbing my towel from off the top of the closet knocking over my apple juice and school clothes from off the sofa bed, I ran downstairs to the bathroom. Locking the door behind me I turn the shower on to warm up, staring into the massive mirror in the bathroom I slowly studied my face. No spots at all, so weird I never get them. I wasn’t one of the prettiest at my school, or the most popular girls. I was just me. Rain. Plain and simple baby-faced Rain. Tying up my hair so it doesn’t get wet, I quickly pull of my pyjamas and jump in the shower. Few minutes later while I’m singing my favourite song *Every Avenue – Chasing the Night* “… These are the days that we will always remember, chasing the night to make our days better...” a loud knock came on the door. Clambering out of the shower, I quickly check my phone for the time. 6:59am Darnnn! How long was I looking in the mirror for or more likely singing in the shower? “RAIN, HURRY UP CAMERON NEED TO GO IN THE BATHROOM” my step-mum shouting up to me from downstairs near the front door this time. I totally forgot Cameron needed to go in the bathroom too. Quickly I wrapped my towel around me and grabbed my school clothes then ran upstairs to my room. Quickly getting changed into my underwear and school clothes, patting down my skirt and making sure my tie is imperfect as usual. In a rush, I grabbed my phone, bus pass, school bag, and brush. Throwing my school bag down the stairs, I stood in front of the other massive mirror outside my bedroom door. I quickly untie my hair and brushed it down, my hair was electric blue so happy I got to dye it during the weekend; apart from my dad isn’t happy about it, but ohh well. Throwing my brush back into my room, I start to run back down the stairs, I grabbed my slumped bag from the bottom of the stairs then back down the others stairs running toward the kitchen. Slipping on my UGG like boots, I run into the kitchen quickly gazing at the TV looking at the time “OHH SHIT!!” I shouted 7:27am just a few more minutes until the bus come. “RAIN, WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE!” step mum always shouting… seriously not my fault it came out as that reaction. Grabbing Cameron’s last piece of toast, I run out the door starting to speed walk down the road to my bus stop.

7.32am *bzzzt bzzzt* my phone suddenly vibrated. Who is it now? Grabbing my phone from out of my front pocket of my shirt, while speed walking I checked the front screen, to see who it was. Facebook notification. Ohh great. I guess I know who it is now. Kasidy. Always her. As I carried on walking to my bus stop, more message come through, I’m just ignoring them as usual. On the bus, I decide to check what they said now. Another one of those stupid "go kill yourself, your pathetic" or "your always wearing black, your such a emo go commit suicide" and can't forget "if you kill yourself no one would care" inboxes I take it. But this time it wasn’t. They decided to go public. They posted it on my wall, and create a group called “Why Is Rain Still Alive? She Needs To Get A Live.” Seriously, I know it was them. Only they have that embarrassing picture of me when I was 12 from school. First year and I looked like a complete mess after they hid my clothes and I had to stay in my gym kit. Message like these bothered me quite a lot. But I just usually delete them, and pretend nothing happened. None of the teachers knows about this yet, neither does my parent but I don’t want anyone to worry about me. I’m fine, it’s not like I’m being beaten up in school. Kasidy has always been like that. Picking on the people she thinks are less superior to her. The journey to school was long as usual, stopping at every stop piling on people pushing off people. Even if there wasn’t anyone getting on or off. Checking back at my phone. No more messages. Thank you, for once they decide to leave me alone after deleting the 74 wall posts about me. Checking the time now, 8:30am hits, and I’m still not at school! Seriously, I think I’m forever running late! If only buses could fly, or I had my own car. Been sending out hints to my dad for ages and I know he’s seen them because he keeps saying there’s no way in hell that he’ll ever buy me a car. Always says, “Why do you need a car Rain? Can’t you just use public transport like everyone else…?” Urhhh, this is why I hate my dad at times like this. I bet it was my step-mum who moaned about the car first. I never get what I want now since she’s been around. She’s not even my step-mum. She’s my dad’s girl friend.

8:49am Finally I’m at school. Ohh crap! Mr. Port is there... just when I thought things were bad they are just turning worst. He always seems to catch me whenever I’m running late. Slowly stepping off the bus, I bow my head down so he doesn’t see my face. Hopefully he won’t recognise me with this colour hair now. Walking quickly towards the gate, I know exactly what he’s going to say to me now. “Ohh Rain, what are we going to do with you? You’ve been late for almost the whole month… blah blah blah…” trust me you don’t want to hear the crap that comes out of his mouth. Turning up my music, and carrying on walking Mr Port suddenly broke in “Good morning, Rain…” Ohh gosh he did recognise Me.” …late again I see. Seriously, we might have to bring your parents in… and what is with this colour hair. I will be calling your parents later tonight about this.” Pshh. ignoring him, I just walked straight in and start heading to my first lesson “blah blah blah bring in my parents. You always say that. And it’s my hair I can do what I want to do to it with it, not my fault you have no hair” I mumbled.

8:55am First lesson I.T. starts. Taking my usual seat next to Jaz and Milly, “so Rain did Mr. Snort catch you again…” Jaz whispered to me, as I took my seat. Mr. Snort, we call him that because when he laughs he snorts like a pig. “…he’s starting to be a pain in the neck again now seems as it’s almost the end of the year!” Milly broke in. I laughed, “Tell me about it, trying to make me dye my hair back to brown. Eww that colour. Hate it.” We giggled, until Mrs. Brasston came in. “Rain Johnson, Jazmina Beckford, and Milan Kash. Is that you three laughing again. Didn’t I split you up last week?” Snapped at us as she entered the doorway of the classroom. “No Mrs. Brasston...” we all replied at once. “ Good I don’t want to split you up now.” We started giggling again. All of a sudden, there was a knock on the door. It was Mr. Port, why did he come to my lesson. Most probably called my dad already. There’s no point of him trying. Staring at the door, I saw a tall dark figure move behind him. Who could that be? Milly and Jaz did not see anything or anyone behind him, they was too busy wondering why Mr. Port came to the lesson. “Hey Rain, do you think Mr. Port actually decided to quit!” Jaz whispered to me, “…Yeah, he was in a surprisingly good mood when we walked in…” Milly butted in. All of a sudden the tall dark figure moved. What was it? Who was it? Why were they here? What did it want? Still Milly and Jaz did not see the dark figure. How? Why? Was I seeing things? Everyone was talking, stuff about the school shutting down, Mr. Port leaving, or someone broke in over the weekend. All you could hear was people talking about the school then all of a sudden “Ahem…” Mr. Port cleared his throat. All the noise around the room stop. And all the focus was on Mr. Port. I was still staring at the dark figure just behind Mr. Port, then Jaz poked me. She whispered to me “Pstt… Rain. Can you see that behind Mr. Port.?” However, I wasn’t paying any attention to anything or anyone else. “… Excuse me, Mrs. Brasston. But you have a new student arriving in your class…” cutting off Mr. Port, Kasidy randomly blurted out “Already, this late within the year. Who would want to come no…” All of a sudden, the tall dark figure steps into the classroom. Everything went silent...

Him. Who was he? He just stood there at the door. His face looked like angels carved it. He was tall and pale. His hair, shaggy, medium length, and dark blue. His fringe just covered the tips of his eyes; he shook his head just to move his hair. Just as he did that, I caught a glimpse of his eyes. They were bright green. Not just any bright green but emerald green. He had a long strapped bag round his shoulder, which made him look even taller then what he was. Our school’s uniform suited him perfectly. All black, but dark green ties for our year group. He just stared