Chapter Two: Alaina (water)

Disclaimer: We don't own A:TLA

Rain. Rain? Rain! OH-NO! I run down the hallway screaming. I pick up my penguin and run into my panic room. I lock the door and begin to stroke my penguin's head.

"Rain, rain," I swallow and my voice cracks,

"Go away." I try to calm my shaking. I don't succeed.

"I have to leave! I can't stand it!" I pick up my penguin, my suitcase, and most importantly, my umbrella. I sprint down the hall, not daring to look out the windows. I run into my leaky garage, carefully avoiding the sporadic leakages. I fling the car door open and jump inside. As I set my bag in the passenger seat, a water droplet bounces off my ankle. I feel my chest tighten up. It starts to burn. I scream and pull my leg inside. As I drive away, I see a guy talking to… lettuce? I keep driving.