RainA Story by EverEmmaA young girl is bored with her poster board for the perfect family lifestyeThe gentle rurring of the rain filled my head. It bounced off it's walls and made me want to rip my hair out. But, yet I loved it. It was the only way to drown out the sadness, the fear, the anxiety. I rested my forehead against the window and sighed. My long black hair slipped from behined my ears and curtained my face. I heard the clang of pots and pans from the kitchen. My mother was cooking dinner. I sighed, knowing my cue was coming soon and stood up from my sanctuary. I fluffed the pillows on the window seat and slowly made my way out of my room. I took each step slowly, hesitating with foot in air.
Surely enough, as soon as I reached the final stair, my mother called me to come and set the table. She was in her usual attire; a sleeveless polo, a navy skirt, black sensible shoes, and her grandmother's pearls strung regally around her pale neck. The familiar creak of the silverware drawer greeted me like it has for the last 10 years. I set three place settings on the square table, placed the vase of fake dasies on the silver and china bureau, and adjusted the tablecloth. My father walked in the door said hello, pecked mother on the cheek and patted me on the back. We're not a very affectionate family.
© 2010 EverEmmaAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on June 26, 2010 Last Updated on August 20, 2010 AuthorEverEmmaHome, GAAboutIf it is 2013, and you are reading this, what are you doing here? What am I doing here is probably the better question, though. Ah well, carry on. ---------------- Hello everyone, my name is Em.. more..Writing
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