Cold...The rain was coming down harshly. This was nothing out of the norm though.
You see, my name is Rachel Rain, and, you guessed it, I control the rain and lightning. It seems like everywhere I go it's always pouring.
Always. I love the rain, but it gets old on occasion.
I'm 123 years old, but look as if I'm only 19. One of the perks of being an immortal. I have blue hair, and silver eyes surrounded by black eyeliner and light blue eyeshadow. I wear black skinny jeans and a baggy pale blue hoodie, which is currently soaked.
A sudden shiver went down my spine, and I felt as though I was being watched...
I surveyed my surroundings, but found nothing. But I sensed something, something was there...and it was close. I was grabbed suddenly and turned to see yetis.
"Oh geez...NOT AGAIN!" A portal opened up and I was shoved forward into it.
In the blink of an eye, though it seemed an eternity, I reappeared in North's hideout.
"Ugh...WHY can't you understand? I-DO NOT-WANT-TO BE-A GUARDIAN!" I yelled.
"Nice to see you too, Mate."
"Young one, why you deny destiny!?" Russian Santa bellowed.
"...I'm not exactly Guardian Material. Kids think the rain is gloomy. They don't like it. Therefore, the don't like ME."
"Rachel, it's meant to be! You HAAAVE toooo!" Tooth nagged. Oh yeah, did I mention she gets on my nerves? Yeah, she totally does.
"What ever, Pitch hasn't been seen in AGES! You don't need me."
"THAT, is where you're wrong, Rachel Rain."