Okies, so this is muh first ever fanfiction. Ever. And its the second piece of creative writing I have evere written.
Ever.
So yeah. Comment and tell me what you think ;;
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I pedaled furiously down the hill, sweat from my forehead stinging my eyes before being whipped away from my face by the sharp wind to land on the shimmering asphalt. Dark clouds were beginning to form off the east coast. Ever since we had moved to Florida three weeks ago it had rained almost every evening. I was really beginning to miss my hometown in Maine; the year-round gelid air, the frequent snows. When we moved, I lost most of my wardrobe, because sweatpants and thick sweaters were not suited for the warmth of Florida summers. I don't even own a swimsuit! Currently I was wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans, complements of my Grandma, who we are staying with until we can find an apartment. What she seems to have forgotten is that I have grown since I was ten, and those cloths don't fit me anymore. They barely fit on this morning, and I dreaded trying to get them off. My mom said that she would take me to the store soon to get me some better cloths, but I know she won't. Working two jobs, she never actually gets around to doing anything with me. As I drove my bike up the driveway, I felt a few raindrops hit my face. I left the bike leaning against a palm tree in our front lawn and ran up the path, shivering at the sudden drop in temperature as the daily showers reached our house.
My Grandma was waiting at the front door for me. "Get in here, quick, Sue!"
I looked at her is semi-amusement. "My name is Sora, Grandma, not Sue."
"Oh, I'm sorry Phillip! Forgive me! It won't happen again," she replied.
I sighed. My grandma wasn't that old, but she was quite senile. "Can I come in? Its starting to rain pretty hard." Grandma looked up in obvious shock.
"You know, it is!" She stated incredulously.
She stood there for several moments, gazing into the sky. I cleared my throat. "Uh, grandma?"
"Yes, Paul? Oh! Right." She stood back to let me in. By this point I was soaked, and the already tight shirt had plastered itself to my chest. I walked in the door and set my backpack down on the couch. Mom would be mad that I was getting the couch wet, but I didn't care. I was still mad at her for making me leave all my friends in Portland.