Opening of my new book (not published yet!)

I started a new story after getting blasted with an awesome idea! Know that this is copyrighted, and is MY property, so please don't copy :( Okay then, enjoy!

Who am I? I wrote in my journal. It was blank paged, with no lines, no restricting lines to guide my way. I will pave my own road; I don’t need a pre-written path.

I didn’t know who I was. I was a girl, a boring, bookworm-y girl who hadn’t yet discovered herself. It was rainy that morning. A blanket of melancholy draped across my shoulders, like a boulder weighing down my happiness. How was it that the rain commanded me? I tried to be happy, but I couldn’t.

The walk to school was enjoyable. I was privileged to walk in the rain, with a thin, yellow umbrella above my head. The clean, fresh air awakened my senses and coaxed my thoughts to run smoothly in my mind. Walking was a great way to think, and all I did was think. I spied a sapling, underneath pine straw and crumpled leaves. It was peeking through the surface, weak and crying for sunlight. I was going to be late for school, but I didn’t care. I pushed aside the surroundings of the sapling. I stood and brushed the soil on my hands on my jeans. I felt a sense of pride, I had helped a life.

“I don’t suppose there’s a good reason for being late”, said my teacher, Mr. Walters, as I walked in. The class was already seated, ready to begin. I eased a struggling life, I thought in my head, but instead I said, “No, Mr. Walters”

He smirked, “I didn’t think so. Now sit down”. I did. I preferred the seat by the window, and I was free to daydream, for I had already studied the entire Math syllabus for the quarter. Watching the rain was hypnotizing, one by one, one after the other, they would fall and dissolve into puddles of water. A rain drop splattered into a small pool. Lines of circles spread out and vanished. The process repeated again and again, and I watched, unable to stop.