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A loud clap of thunder made Summer jump.
"Even the weather is angry," she thought as she looked through the closet searching for some cleaning appropriate clothing. She settled for a T-shirt of Seth's in hopes of ruining it.
Something on the top shelf of the closet caught her eye. She pulled down a book and soon came to realize it was an old yearbook from her days at Harbor. She slid onto the floor and slowly flipped through the pages. She had to laugh at some of the messages people had written. Things like "Your awesome, never change" and "have a kick ass summer." She turned the page and found a picture of Marissa. She sighed, it had been awhile since she had last talked to her best friend. It wasn't that they had gotten into a fight, it had just been too painful for Summer to talk to Marissa in the last while. She knew Marissa was one of the only people who could have understood what she was going through, but all her life Summer had to play the happy friend. Marissa was the one who was sad or angry and Summer was always there with a hug or a smile to help cheer her up. Summer wasn't ready for the tables to turn, to admit that something was wrong.
Clearing out the bedroom to Summer's dismay was a lot harder then expected. After hours of grunting, crying and a lot of cursing the room was almost ready to be painted. Looking around Summer noticed how the room actually looked smaller without the clutter then with. It seemed that the room was fuller when it held life, for now it seemed bare and hollow.
She searched the apartment for leftover paint to touch up her bedroom. She read the paint names out loud "creamy beige, stone fence grey, creek blend blue."
"Ok there is no way I'm painting my room 'creamy beige.' My room deserves new colour, I deserve a new colour."
She slipped on a rain jacket over her grimy cleaning clothes; she honestly didn't care what other people thought at this point. Grabbing an umbrella she closed the door behind her and set of on the wet day in search of a paint store which could sell her brighter colored paint then "stone fence grey."
As she strolled the drippy streets she looked at the people around her. An elderly man whistled an old tune as he quickly walked past her, a mother laughed as her toddler whispered a secret into her ear and a young couple squealed in delight as a large boom of thunder echoed through the skies.
"Why can't I be like them?" Summer thought to her self "Why can't I be happy?" And in that one moment Summer made a promise to herself. She was sick of hiding and avoiding her problems she made a vow in the middle of the pouring rain to confront what was wrong in her life.
As she continued walking she noticed how her bedroom was a metaphor for what she was feeling. All this time she had just let the clutter settle but now she was ready to dive in and find out what was wrong.