It was only a red umbrella. Aimee's aunt had given it to her for a birthday present. It was her favourite umbrella. Red could fit whatever mood she was in. It could fit her happiness, as she walked along in the rain. It could contain her rage and anger when she was so furious with her family. But this red umbrella could make things happen...
Aimee's family was one of those that looked great one the outside: There was a mom, dad, two boys, and a girl. But on the inside......It was a mess! Part of the problem was that her parents refused to believe anything was wrong. Her mom was such a hypocrite. She was incredibly sweet to her friends, loving, kind, and just the perfect role model! At home though was another story! She screamed and yelled, put her children down with cruel insults, and all around set an awful example. Now, had she admitted something was wrong, positive things could have happened. But no, she was always right in her mind.
Aimee was an Mk. She had lived in Brazil for a year and then had moved to the United States of America. She had lived in California, Florida, and New York. At the age of 13, she had moved to Germany and loved the language. She loved the weather there, rainy and chilly. It fitted her mood. Plus she got to use her beautiful red umbrella!