Here's my first story. I hope you like it! Tell me what you think of it, and if you have any suggestions. I'm always open to suggestions or critiquing.
The street outside the window was dark with the rain that had been falling for days. No. It had been months. The trees dipped under the moisture they had accumulated over the passing weeks. Several of the great oaks had fallen, their roots stretched toward the sky like tortured fingers grasping for the freeing light of day. Every hill had been scraped at by the rain until there was hardly a hill left. There were many piles of mud and rocks to be sure, but the gracious mounds that once lay so proud and healthy existed only in memory.
Against the reflection of the light on the inside there sat a figure draped in green and black. Her hair lay limp over one shoulder, which was slumped with fatigue. Her once dazzling blue-green eyes now were dull and emotionless. They were barely open because of her exhaustion, but if she closed her eyes, they would come for her again, she just knew it.
Outside the window, a boy with long red hair down his straight back walked down the dark street. The movement caught the girl in the windows eye and she turned slowly to look at him. He walked with grace and precision, his book bag slung over his shoulder. A smile tugged at the girl's mouth as she examined his green school uniform. It was so nice and clean, barely a wrinkle in the fabric. She looked down at her own outfit. Her dress had once been nice and new. Now it was worn and tattered with age and hard days.
Slowly and very laboriously, she stood and leaned against the sill, her arm shielding her raw forehead from the cold that came through the window from the outside world. The boy continued to walk down the street until he reached the corner and disappeared out of view. Kara, for that was the girl's name, waved goodbye to him, promising to wait for him to come by again tomorrow.
"Suuichi!" Suuichi turned around slowly, his eyebrow raised in question at the three girls that trailed behind him through the school hallways. He paused in his quest of reaching the school doors and facing the downpour that waited outside, and halted for the girls to catch up. The girls ran to him and stopped, gasping for breath. Suuichi waited for whatever it was they required of him. One of the girls he knew from his history class. Her name was Rina, or something like that. Rina was a fairly attractive girl with straight brown hair done up in a blue ribbon. She was not short, but not tall either, and in her round face laid bright blue eyes. The two others he did not know, though he supposed he should. The taller of the two was slender with a square face and brown eyes under delicate eyebrows, and a tan complexion that was clearly bought at a salon. The third girl was the shortest of the three and a little pudgy, although she was not fat, and had black hair, brown almond eyes, and a round face. All three wore the school uniform that made the girls look like sailors, with the white top with short, puffy sleeves, and small, cape like collars. The pleated skirts were a navy blue, and most of the girls chose to wear high tube socks and shiny black shoes as a fashion statement. Like all the other students, these girls did not have their shoes on; having them stored in the cubbies in the schools entryway.
"Is there something I can do for you?" Suuichi asked kindly, his emerald eyes dazzling with charm. He himself was handsome; a tall boy of sixteen with long, crimson hair that many of the male students thought had to be unnatural and made him look like a girl, and a slightly round, but very kind, face. Suuichi continued to wait for the girls, two of which had decided to giggle uncontrollably, to tell him their business. Rina, on the other hand, was quite calm and merely smiled sweetly at him.
"I was just wondering" she said softly in a voice that was used to dealing with boys, "If you would consider going over the history material with me, you being the smartest of our school. I just don't feel like I'm understanding all the political issues that we're going over." She continued smiling at him and blinked long lashes slowly at him. Internally, Suuichi rolled his eyes, but on the outside, smiled in return.
"I would love to" he said as sincerely as possible "just tell me when you're open, and I'll help you with whatever you need." He was used to dealing with the girls at his school. He didn't know what it was about him, but girls just loved the sweet and quiet Suuichi Minamino. It was very trying, especially when they followed him about outside of school.
Rina's smile exploded and she clasped her hands together in front of her. "Great!" she said enthusiastically "I'll call you then." And with that, Rina and her gang of giggling girls went back toward the classrooms. Suuichi looked after them, shaking his head, the tips of some shorter pieces of hair brushing against his cheeks.
Turning back to the shoe racks, he slung his book bag over his shoulder and found his shoes, slipping them on with ease, and pushed his way through the doors to face the drippy world outside.
Suuichi had forgotten an umbrella. Even though the sky was covered over with clouds and threatened to rain, once again, he had ignored the warnings of his mother to be prepared for a storm and left without one. He didn't mind. Leaving the safe roof of the school allowed the rain to gather on his sholders and in his hair, giving his the appearance of a person who has spent a morning on a cliff by the sea, enjoying the cold spray that came from the waves.
He walked down the street and turned a corner, traveled to it's end, and turned down another street. He did all this without thought, having walked home from school so many times before. On this last street, there lay a house. It didn't fit in with all the others on this street with its stone walls and red roof while all the others were white-washed stucco with tiled roofs. It was pleasant looking, none the less. It was large, two stories with many rooms both downstairs and up. Two windows faced the street. They were wrapped in wrought iron and dark even on the brightest day. Something about the house made Suuichi nervous, and more specifically, something about those windows. Maybe it was the inability to see inside or the way it felt likehe was being watched. Suuichi continued walking and turned the corner onto his street and ventured toward his home.
Inside the house, the girl watched, silent as always.