okay so, here's an intro to what i hope will turn out to be a good first attempt at a story. there will be an update very soon. i'd love to hear, or read in this case, your ideas/thoughts etc. hope you like it!

She stepped onto the wet patio, eyes closed, enjoying the wonderful feeling of cool rain on her feverish skin; the humid summer air and the cool gentle rainfall complimenting each other perfectly. She took another step, listening to the rain hit the ground, the birds singing in their frantic search for shelter.

Isn’t it funny how you find someplace to hide in the moment my life is absolutely blissful?

She twirls and lets out a quiet girly giggle. Nothing ever ruined this moment. It was almost as if all her troubles wash away with each drop and for once she could actually enjoy what was around her. It was a feeling of happiness and comfort. A rare feeling for a super moody pms-ing teen.

But as we know, all good things come to an end.

Rayanne opened her eyes to see the two really annoying five year old Asian kids watching her, yet again, through the upstairs window of the house across. Talk about feeling like a complete idiot. She tucked her hair behind her ear, nervous habit, and walked around her garden pretending she was looking for something.

The rain slowed, persuading her only-beautiful-when-wet hair to form that poofy mess, that was often the cause of most problems in Rayanne’s life. Unsatisfied with her faux search, she went back inside to enjoy her time home alone. Which basically translates to playing – sorry, blasting – a Three Days Grace CD on her 18th century CD player and eating the world’s supply of high-calorie junk food. Major comfort. Rayanne had her metabolism to thank. But if Rayanne learned one thing, it was that comfort food only provides comfort when the comfort itself is not really needed.

After finishing her carefully choreographed dance around the kitchen, she grabbed a bag of chips and pirouetted over to her guitar. Ah, the guitar. It was an item you had to feel sorry for sometimes. Rayanne poured all of her emotions into that guitar; sad was when she played a My Chemical Romance song really quietly, happy triggered an adrenaline rush with Rayanne singing along to some very random songs, and angry caused for deafening, distorted…noise. With a sigh, she picked it up and strummed a few of her favourite chords; the beginnings of a song that would never be finished. She sang some of her lyrics, but nothing seemed to sound right and she was seriously beginning to think she was tone-deaf. But it didn’t matter. No one was listening.

Music hadn’t always been so important to Rayanne. You see, she had these phases. There was a time where you couldn’t find her without a book. To Rayanne, books had introduced these totally different worlds, and for a few days, she would live in a world that was better and far more interesting than the one she actually belonged to. And for a while, she couldn’t go a week without swimming; she would have rather lived in the water. Then came high school. People had labels for everyone and Rayanne went from nerd to slut in less than a year; in between there was emotion. A lot of emotions. Looking for an outlet, she turned to music discovering that there are real human beings out there that she could relate to. Wonderful.

Although she seemed like a shallow, boy-obsessed teen, there was so much more going through her head and she refused to let anyone in. Fear of commitment. It’s what completely destroyed three relationships and rewarded her with the reputation of being a slut. Sometimes thoughts like “I would really love to help, but my mom is waiting in the car,” would come out as “no thanks, I just got my nails done.”