Alys In Wonderland
Chapter Two
Rain, Rain, Go Away
Alys smiled sadly and waved one last goodbye to her friends. She shifted the heavy backpack on her side, reminded again of the reason she was leaving, and turned to the street.
She didn't live far from her friends' favorite restaurant, Denny's, but most of her friends did. They had agreed that Alys would walk home, and the rest of the gang would take Squall's truck home.
Of course, like usual, the weather turned horrible the instant she was alone. She stepped off the curve of Denny's' sidewalk and into the street, and was instantly assaulted with a barrage of rain. It had been perfectly sunny earlier, a normal Californian summer day.
And then came Alys.
So Alys was forced to walk several blocks home in pounding rains, violent winds, and…was that thunder? Alys squeaked and hurried her pace. She had had very bad experiences with electricity and lightning as a child.
Alys scrunched her eyes together, trying to ignore the seeping cold and wetness that was soaking into every inch of her being, freezing her to the very core. And making her sneakers squish as they walked. It was really annoying.
She tried to imagine she was walking down a forest path, the sounds of nature echoing all around her. There was no rain, only a cool, crisp feel to the air.
She smiled to herself, her eyes still closed and her mind still enveloped in her fantasy, and tried to imagine something more interesting. She imagined the sounds of fighting in the distance, echoing clangs of steel against steel and cries of battle ringing out in the forest.
Her foot connected with something and she flew to the ground. Her eyes flew up. What the hell? She looked back at her foot.
She had tripped over a large rock, almost the size of her head. What was a boulder doing in the middle of the sidewalk? I bet it was Crow. Stupid asshole, leaving rocks around my neighborhood, knowing I'll trip on them. He needs to be slapped. Hard.
Alys chuckled to herself and stood, brushing dirt and leaves off of herself.
She stopped in mid-brush. Dirt? Leaves?
Alys blinked and rummaged through her pockets, searching for the glasses she had taken off while eating—for some reason she could never figure out, she hated eating with her glasses on. She slowly put them on, blinked, and fainted.
