I looked out my window. My hand on the window pane tapping softly to the sound of the rain hitting the ground before it would soon pour. I heard footsteps coming upstairs, it wasn't my Mom because i know the way she waddles up stairs, who ever this was it wasn't my Mother. I turned to my door waiting and watching for it to fling open by the person. I waited for 30 minutes and no one came. "The rains really coming down!" Mom said from down stairs. "Yeah i know Mom!" I yelled to my Mom probably watching the Television or writing about her next book but she sometimes she did both. My body went numb, someone was here and Mom had no idea my stomach twisted and turned at the thought. Thunder rattled the house as it poured down onto the houses of Brownsville but, i felt as if me and my Mom got the most rain. I looked at my stomach with an open book on page 24. I rubbed my eyes and blinked a couple times when i looked out my window again as if i was in a trance. I honestly loved rain and i was glad my name was such but sometimes i can get as mad as the storm outside even if nothing happened. A flash of lightning blinded our house then made it shake as if the storm was bullying us, and making us scared of how the storm will end. I placed my book on my bed and got up. I walked to my door and opened it slowly making sure "The person" wasn't there. I opened the door all the way when thunder put me in a frozen eyes-wide situation. I ran back into my room and locked it. I was also scared of rain, knowing its friends with thunder and lightning sometimes. It makes me hate rain but I still watch it dance on to the ground. "Dinners ready!" Mom yelled from downstairs. Mom was never a chef but she was pretty good at microwaving some chicken! "Coming Mom!" I yelled. I paused when reaching for the door. What if someones out there waiting to hurt me or abuse me or steal me or- I am totally stalling. I reached for the handle and pulled back and ran down stairs as fast as my legs could take me. I got down and smelt chicken and mash potatoes with gravy but all of it was a microwavable dish. "Smells great!" I said sitting down at the bar. "Well you know your Mom can whip up anything!" Mom said closing the microwaving and grabbing me a fork. Thunder hit the house with its shock again with rain to follow. I heard the foot steps again as if it was following me where ever I went. I ate the first bite as my Mom sat at her desk writing some poetry. Her writing is beautiful and full of mystery. "Whatcha writing?" I said with my mouth over flowing with flavor. "Don't talk with your mouth full, its rude." She spoke. "Its a poem about the myth about dragons soaring the world when dinosaurs lived, I know it sounds a bit childish but i know how to spice it up!" she exclaimed. "Wow Mom I can't wait to read it, when are you going to the awards?" I asked. My Mom is so good at writing that she was corr ally invited to the "Speaker 2016 awards" here in Brownsville! She does it every year and always wins a place either 2nd or 3rd but, she is so determined this time on getting 1st. I stuffed my mouth with more mashed potatoes as I pondered about what I would be when I grew up, and how long middle school will last...