• Rain is pouring down like an overheap of buckets. The streaks remin me of tears whenever my mother chopped up onions. I just sit in my bat cave and draw to myself. Music blares to make me feel like I am in a concert. Oh how I wish to go to one. But yet I still feel my house as a barrier to my domain. If I were to be dominant, I would have been set free from the minute I found out life is nothing but an empty pit in your stomach. "Helena, you know I am getting pretty bored." My friend who loves being caled Helena instead of Amanda turns her attention my direction. "What would you like to do then. I don't have any boardgames." I look back at my paper and then her mirror she has on her closet door. "Wanna go out in the rain? We can just never use the umbrellas." She shrugs and then we walk to her door. I stand and walk by her side hoping not to be of such trouble when I walk too fast.

    We arrive uotside and it pours more heavenly. I walk out and twirl in the center of her driveway. She follows me and then we both sit and open our mouths to collect the life-sacrificed rain.