Chapter 1

I laughed at the beautiful day. This day was anything but. How can Mother Nature decide to just conjure up sunlight and butterflies and dewy grass when my life was being ruined right at this second? Isn't my life more important than weather? Who does this "Mother Nature" think she is, anyway? All, "Let's ruin Annabelle's day by making the weather just joyful and jolly?" Why doesn't she just strike me by lightning while she's at it. Gosh, I HATE today.