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Date Posted: Sun, Oct 10 2004, 7:33pm PDT
Author: Bryani
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On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are


It was only October and she was already getting sick of studying. Well, it wasn't so much that she was sick of studying, that she was just missing home - and therefore everything about this place was getting on her nerves. She was suffering severely from surfing withdrawal - it was hard to go from getting up every morning to hit the world-class waves before school back home, to maybe getting out there once or twice a week for some simply ordinary ones here. She was frustrated with her new school - after knowing almost everyone in her high school for her entire life, it was so different to suddenly be somewhere where she hardly got noticed. That was another thing - she was used to being one of the youngest ones amongst her family and friends, and so used to getting a lot of attention for being the 'baby' and everything that went along with that. Here, she was just another pretty face. Though, she still hadn't really gone out of her way to meet new people - but then again, she didn't even really know how to do that. Most of her friends back home, she had met before she could walk. But, it really wasn't like her to dwell on her worries, so she pushed the thoughts aside just in time to come to the realization that it had started to rain - again. Biting back a growl about the weather, she turned her gaze skyward as she pulled her sweater closer and wrapped her arms around herself - the off white knitted button-up doing little to shield her from the autumn wind and rain. She smothered a sigh and ducked her head a little, shoulders hunching as she hurried the last few steps down the path and then up the stairs to the shelter beneath the porch covering. For a moment, she lingered standing there at the top of the steps uncertainly, then finally decided she wasn't going to be driven all the way inside by a little 'sprinkle', which by that time had developed into a full-fledged shower. So, she dropped onto one side of the porch swing, and propped her Puma-clad toes up on the railing and crossed her arms underneath her chest, slouched down into the seat with head resting back...



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