Careless (1)

In all of my favorite books, rain is the author's foreshadowing of the things to come. Rain is either a good thing or a bad thing. The couple either kisses and dances or the evil catches up with the hero. Yes, rain can be so very confusing and contradicting.

So what do I do when it's raining in real life? Freak out as I take refuge under the desolate 5th Avenue bus stop, apparently.

I hadn't meant to wander so far away from my home, but when my mom stopped the car, I yelled one last "I hate you!" before swinging open the door and running full steam down the street in the opposite direction from home.

And don't worry, before you begin, I am sixteen. You don't need to call anyone on me... My mom never does anyway.

Last month I left home for a good two weeks or so and she didn't seem too ruffled. This time, I knew that she wouldn't care.