FREAKY RAIN
Cursing to herself for forgetting to take an umbrella, Amara ran
home through the rain. She felt tired after an afternoon's work of stocking the
shelves plus the effect of the dream bugged her to no end. The first thing Amara
did when she awoke from the dream was pat her stomach relieved that she wasn't
really bleeding. She decided the dream was a result of too much work and chose
to go home.
Thunder rang through the sky making Amara run faster towards shelter. Finally
reaching home she unlocked the door and stumbled in. All the lights were turned
off and Amara tried to find a light switch.
"Damn!" She cursed tripping over a piece of furniture. Clicking on the switch
the living room illuminated.
Amara rang her long locks out in the kitchen sink. She dragged her heavy
backpack up the stairs tiredly and into her room. The thunder rattled the
windows making the girl who was home alone a little scared. Shaking it off she
changed into her pajamas and crawled into bed with one of her favorite history
books.
History triggered her brain with curiosity and helped clear her mind of her own
problems to focus on the problems of history. Of course she read other books,
her favorite when she was smaller was Lord of the Rings but lately Amara had
slim time to read and she hadn't read her favorite series since she was twelve.
A stroke of lightning pulled Amara from her book, her attention went to her
window which was open. A heavy wind blew through it making her blinds jump.
Growling with annoyance, Amara climbed from her warm bed and hurried over to
close the window. Beginning to close the window, she looked at her backyard with
a quick glance but again looked back at the old oak tree.
Amara tried to make out some of the features of the person who sat under her
tree but could not through the rain. Her first impulse was to call the police
but something told her not to.
"Who is that?" Amara asked out loud in a whisper. "Perfect day my parents picked
to be out of town."
She grabbed her coat and shoes hastily putting them on. Amara then ran to her
parents' room and fumbled inside her father's closet.
"Ah here you are." Amara said talking to a baseball bat from her father's youth.
He had tried to get Amara into it but her hand eye coordination sucked and her
father quickly gave up teaching her.
She finally made it to the back door and peered out of its window, still the
stranger sat under the oak tree. Amara leaned up against the door.
"Come on Amara get it together be brave." She took a deep breath and opened the
door.
Lightning struck which made her jump. Her grasp on the bat tightened as she made
her way over towards the stranger.
'What is up with this person, he or she isn't moving at all. Maybe they're waiting for the right time to attack me.'
The oak tree came closer to Amara's view and the stranger became
clearer.
When Amara stepped up to the person she gasped and dropped her bat. It was the
exact person from her dream. He looked to be unconscious, his eyes were closed
and there was a scrape across his forehead.
"This is the dude from my dream."
