Pitter patter pitter patter…
The rain falling on my already wet clothing did not annoy me, no, it only made me sadder. I'm sitting here, in this downpour, holding onto a worn out ref board, waiting for a rise in trapar waves. I'm sitting out here in this rain, at the age of fifteen, waiting for the police to drive by and not notice me again. I'm sitting here, waiting for absolutely nothing. The only reason is because I've got no place of my own; I've been disowned. Why you may ask? I can't remember.
But Renton's supposed to come tonight. He's supposed to bring me to the Gekkostate. Yet I can't go, not looking like this. My clothes are over-saturated with rain, tears are falling down my checks, and my ref board is faulty. I can't do it.
I want to join.
But I can't move.
"Sharra?" asked a voice from the rain.
It was him. He'd come. But he startled me, I was so lost in my own thoughts, that I didn't hear him approach
I was going to answer him, but all that came out was a dry cough.
"Renton! Is she there?" asked an electric voice
"Yeah Holland, she is. But I'm going to need Mischa ready."
"Is she sick?" asked the electric voice.
"I think so…"
I closed my eyes and slumped over onto my board. I felt somebody pick me up.
"My.. my board," I stated stupidly
"We'll get it, don't worry."
And I let myself fall asleep as he lifted on the trapar.