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Kasagi Onaso
Like a Million Raindrops
Prologue
It all started on a rainy day. The rain came down. There must have been a million or more gathered on the windowpane a teen girl stared out of. Her fingers traced the small drops of shining liquid; her eyes watching the water fall outside. She shivered and hugged her pink sweatshirt around her slim body. She tucked her shapely legs under her warm body. Just watching it rain out there made her cold inside. She had always felt this way. Cold. Inside and out. Having to grow up at age seven. Her three sisters were in jail for drinking and drugs and she had no parents. Her mother had been killed by her father, who was somewhere out in that, cold, crazy, rainy world out there. She had often cried. Her tears fell like a million raindrops, never able to stop. Just like the rain that had been outside. It all started on a rainy day. With a million raindrops cried, she lost everything. Her sisters went crazy after both parents just disappearing. They couldn't take care of the gym with the money they were getting. They had to move out of the gym, away from the room that had been hers since she was born, the pool she had learned to swim in, all the secret nooks and crannies daddy could never find when playing hide-and-go-seek.Everything was lost that day. It had rained. The sky had rained for her and her heartbreak. Then the drinking started. First with her oldest sister. Then the others caught on. Then there was that weird man with that funny white powder that made her head spin. She was never to mess with that again. She had decided that after her sister had smacked her. It all started on a rainy day. They were gone. So suddenly. A big woman in blue stormed in the house. She had been hiding behind a couch, scared of her drunken sisters and the flashing lights outside the house. She had screamed when that lady burst into the house. She was scared, being only seven. She had screamed and screamed and screamed.An old man with a funny cap on had to chain her up to get her out from behind the house. As they exited the house, she lifted her face to the sky. It was beginning to rain. She wanted to wrench her hands from the handcuffs attached to her small wrists and cover her ears to block the loud profanity streaming from her sisters' mouths like a river. She watched with wide blue-green eyes as they were pushed into the back of the truck. It was raining harder. The man with the funny cap helped her into the front seat and she sat on his lap. "Why is the sky crying?" she asked him in a small voice. "Do you think it's crying for my sisters?" The man squeezed her. "If the sky should be crying for someone, it should be crying for you." It all started on a rainy day. What a weird building. Everything was white. She looked around to see kids wandering down the halls. A plump woman with a curly wig sitting on top of her large cranium looks over the desk she's sitting at. Her bright red lips smacked together as her jaw worked a massive piece of gum. She took a look at her and sighed. She stood up, tacky cloths swaying loosely on her enormous body, and moved to a computer. "So you got another one," she said in a monotone. She gripped the man's hand tighter. She didn't like this woman. The man looked grimly at the lady. "Yeah. Poor kid. Been through a lot." The lady nodded. She held a hand to her mouth, giggling. Whenever her head went down, she had more chins! "Most of the kids here have, Jack." Jack. She smiled. She liked his name. "So what's her name?" He gave her all the information and then bent down so that he's looking into her eyes. "Hey kiddo. I'm going to leave you here, okay?" "No!" she cried and leapt into his arms, her once-curly pigtails bouncing limply. Tears filled her eyes. "No," she whispered. "No, Jacky, you can't!" The man looked into her eyes. "I'm sorry. I have to. It's my job. You're to stay here until your sisters come to pick you up." She wailed. "They won't! They hate me! They'll never come. Besides," she said, rubbing her eyes with a tiny fist. "I like you. You tell nice stories." He smiled, tears also shining in his auburn eyes. "I'm so sorry, kiddo," he whispered, pushing a strand of loose hair from her thin face. She shook her head, angrily, causing the strand of rusty hair to fall in her eyes again. He stood up and began to walk away. "Jack!" she screamed and tried to follow him, but a strong hand painfully gripped her already bruised arm. "You're straying here young lady! This is were you WILL stay until your sisters come and get you!" "Let go!" she screamed and yanked out of the woman's grip. She turned and fled down the white halls, seeing nothing but white. It all started on a rainy day. "Hello." She lifted her head up to see a thin girl with long black hair looking over at her. She sniffed and put her head back into her arms. "I said, hello." She lifted her head up again, this time annoyed. "What do you want?" The girl didn't blink. "I was wondering who you are. Are you new?" "I am new," she said, eyeing the girl. "And golly, you're thin!" The girl sighed. "I know. We doesn't get fed much here." She shrugged. "That's okay with me. I never got fed much anyway." "So what's your name, anyway?" "Misty," said Misty. "I'm Mea." Suddenly, there was a light sound that filled the drafty room. Misty got up and ran to the window. She threw her head back and laughed loudly. "Look Mea, look! It's crying!" Mea got up and came over to the window, looking confused. "What are you talking about?" Misty's eyes sparkled. "It's crying for me. I've found a friend." It all started on a rainy day.
Like a Million Raindrops
Prologue
It all started on a rainy day. The rain came down. There must have been a million or more gathered on the windowpane a teen girl stared out of. Her fingers traced the small drops of shining liquid; her eyes watching the water fall outside. She shivered and hugged her pink sweatshirt around her slim body. She tucked her shapely legs under her warm body. Just watching it rain out there made her cold inside. She had always felt this way. Cold. Inside and out. Having to grow up at age seven. Her three sisters were in jail for drinking and drugs and she had no parents. Her mother had been killed by her father, who was somewhere out in that, cold, crazy, rainy world out there. She had often cried. Her tears fell like a million raindrops, never able to stop. Just like the rain that had been outside. It all started on a rainy day. With a million raindrops cried, she lost everything. Her sisters went crazy after both parents just disappearing. They couldn't take care of the gym with the money they were getting. They had to move out of the gym, away from the room that had been hers since she was born, the pool she had learned to swim in, all the secret nooks and crannies daddy could never find when playing hide-and-go-seek.Everything was lost that day. It had rained. The sky had rained for her and her heartbreak. Then the drinking started. First with her oldest sister. Then the others caught on. Then there was that weird man with that funny white powder that made her head spin. She was never to mess with that again. She had decided that after her sister had smacked her. It all started on a rainy day. They were gone. So suddenly. A big woman in blue stormed in the house. She had been hiding behind a couch, scared of her drunken sisters and the flashing lights outside the house. She had screamed when that lady burst into the house. She was scared, being only seven. She had screamed and screamed and screamed.An old man with a funny cap on had to chain her up to get her out from behind the house. As they exited the house, she lifted her face to the sky. It was beginning to rain. She wanted to wrench her hands from the handcuffs attached to her small wrists and cover her ears to block the loud profanity streaming from her sisters' mouths like a river. She watched with wide blue-green eyes as they were pushed into the back of the truck. It was raining harder. The man with the funny cap helped her into the front seat and she sat on his lap. "Why is the sky crying?" she asked him in a small voice. "Do you think it's crying for my sisters?" The man squeezed her. "If the sky should be crying for someone, it should be crying for you." It all started on a rainy day. What a weird building. Everything was white. She looked around to see kids wandering down the halls. A plump woman with a curly wig sitting on top of her large cranium looks over the desk she's sitting at. Her bright red lips smacked together as her jaw worked a massive piece of gum. She took a look at her and sighed. She stood up, tacky cloths swaying loosely on her enormous body, and moved to a computer. "So you got another one," she said in a monotone. She gripped the man's hand tighter. She didn't like this woman. The man looked grimly at the lady. "Yeah. Poor kid. Been through a lot." The lady nodded. She held a hand to her mouth, giggling. Whenever her head went down, she had more chins! "Most of the kids here have, Jack." Jack. She smiled. She liked his name. "So what's her name?" He gave her all the information and then bent down so that he's looking into her eyes. "Hey kiddo. I'm going to leave you here, okay?" "No!" she cried and leapt into his arms, her once-curly pigtails bouncing limply. Tears filled her eyes. "No," she whispered. "No, Jacky, you can't!" The man looked into her eyes. "I'm sorry. I have to. It's my job. You're to stay here until your sisters come to pick you up." She wailed. "They won't! They hate me! They'll never come. Besides," she said, rubbing her eyes with a tiny fist. "I like you. You tell nice stories." He smiled, tears also shining in his auburn eyes. "I'm so sorry, kiddo," he whispered, pushing a strand of loose hair from her thin face. She shook her head, angrily, causing the strand of rusty hair to fall in her eyes again. He stood up and began to walk away. "Jack!" she screamed and tried to follow him, but a strong hand painfully gripped her already bruised arm. "You're straying here young lady! This is were you WILL stay until your sisters come and get you!" "Let go!" she screamed and yanked out of the woman's grip. She turned and fled down the white halls, seeing nothing but white. It all started on a rainy day. "Hello." She lifted her head up to see a thin girl with long black hair looking over at her. She sniffed and put her head back into her arms. "I said, hello." She lifted her head up again, this time annoyed. "What do you want?" The girl didn't blink. "I was wondering who you are. Are you new?" "I am new," she said, eyeing the girl. "And golly, you're thin!" The girl sighed. "I know. We doesn't get fed much here." She shrugged. "That's okay with me. I never got fed much anyway." "So what's your name, anyway?" "Misty," said Misty. "I'm Mea." Suddenly, there was a light sound that filled the drafty room. Misty got up and ran to the window. She threw her head back and laughed loudly. "Look Mea, look! It's crying!" Mea got up and came over to the window, looking confused. "What are you talking about?" Misty's eyes sparkled. "It's crying for me. I've found a friend." It all started on a rainy day.
