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It was raining heavily, and yet that didn’t deter me from storming out into my back yard, iPod blaring, I start jumping on my trampoline with such vigour, I was surprised the springs didn’t break. Rain was exactly what I needed, in fact, it complemented my mood perfectly. My shitty, angry, pissed off mood.

Stupid boyfriend dumping me in front of all his stupid mates.

No-one was at home. Dad was at work, Mom was at a convention or something like that. No brother or sister. No pets.

The wind was ferocious, howling wildly, spinning the raindrops like a tornado creating disaster where ever it went.

I refused to cry. Dex wasn’t worth crying over, I just despised the fact that he had the audacity to dump me in front of his idiotic cronies and bimbo followers. No doubt that this would stir gossip across the school for the next week.

Why was I so stupid as to go out with one of the most popular guys in Greenwoods High in the fluxing first place? I knew it was a bad idea from the start. I only went out with him because my dearest best friend told me I needed to loosen up. So I did. And now look where it got me. So pissed off, my sub-freaking-conscious created a storm. Yes. Unfortunately I do have that cursed inheritance from my darling grandmother. Stupid magic. Stupid friends. Stupid Dex. Stupid, stupid, stupid Elizabeth.

“Eliza!” I could hear someone screeching over my music and the storm. “Eliza, for the God’s sake, get inside, now.”

With one last grudging jump, I leapt off the trampoline, and sprinted into the house.

“What the hell were you thinking? You’d catch your death in that storm, you stupid girl.”

I sighed, “Sorry, Dad. Bad day.”

I slopped into the kitchen, flicking on the kettle, and took a tea cup off the stand, and a coffee mug out of the cupboard. Dad walked into the larder and brought out a Tupperware box of my latest batch of banana nut muffins.

“What’s up, sweety?”

I placed our drinks on the table, and took a sip of my coffee, “Dex decided he no longer approved of my company, and decided to tell me so in front of all his worshipers.”

“I told you, sweety. My sixth sense is never wrong.” He paused, “Well, never usually wrong.” He amended.

“I know, and I sensed it too, I just wanted to get Mona off my back.”

“How is Desdemona? I haven’t seen her around lately.” He asked through a bite of muffin.

I grimaced, throwing a napkin at him, “She’s okay. Working overtime at Braxals, though. She’s gunna exhaust herself, if she doesn’t watch it.”

“Have you talked to her about it?”

“Tried to, she just waves it off. She’s going to have to cut down soon, what with school starting back up, so that’ll be a relief.”

He shook his head, “I don’t know how she does it.”

I grinned wryly, “She’s a Brownson, what can you say?”

He chuckled, “Hey, her Dad was a lazy sod when we were your age.”

I laughed, “I won’t tell him you said that, shall I?”

“No, please don’t – Amanda isn’t half scary when she’s cross.” Amanda was Mona’s mom, and could create a metaphorical storm whenever she was angry.

I placed my mug in the sink and filled it with water, chucking the muffin wrapper in the bin on my way out of the room, “I’m gunna go change, then I have some writing that I’ve procrastinated too much on.”

Dad rolled his eyes, “You procrastinate with everything. Have you had tea, yet?”

“Yeppers, I stopped by Braxals and had food with Mona when she was on her break.”

“Okay, well, off you go then.”

“Thankies Daddy.”

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