Rain's POV

Opening my eyes to look at my ceiling and of course it had to be raining. I swear every day I wake up it start's raining. Seriously. Well I guess it can't be as awkward as my birthday. It rains all day. Either I am cursed and I am supposed to live a life in constant rain, or it's just my luck that it rain's than... Yeah bullshit. My life is just strange. My name is Rain. Walking over to my window, of course which had to always be partly open. Because again it rained last night, and I can't sleep without watching the rain. Why couldn't I be called Rose or something. I would love to wake to see roses growing out my window. But what are the chances of that even happening? Yeah 1 in a million. Touching the window with my fingers, to me the window's weren't cold, they were just cool. I could just rest my head against my window and fall asleep. This is crazy, no way am I from here. My mother says I am crazy when I end up having a cold bath and my skin feels like I just got out a hot shower. My father swears I am the daughter of snow. Either way they brought me into this crazy world and I love it, well okay hate it. Maybe both I have a love hate relationship with this world. That sounds so bizarre. But it's true. Walking out of my room into the bathroom. Which I may say is very close to my bedroom. Starting the bath as I put the plug in.

Waiting for the temperature to get just right. Well for me. It was perfect. My parents would say it felt like a ice freezer, and yet when I got out, my body was warm. As I slowly washed my body. Laying back in the bath listening to all the rain. All of this could put me to sleep. Which I could not afford to. I had high school. Yes that in which mean I got up extra early. Finishing my bath, taking out the plug. Drying my body, wrapping the towel around me walking into my room. I was so lucky there was no school uniform. Well even if there was I would make it my own. As I put on my purple frilly panties. Yep you heard me. My mother thought if I ever get a boyfriend I should wear a pair of hot sexy panties. Yup. But to it I am still single. With my lavenderish stockings, my ice white skirt. In which needed a pair of shorts under for physical education. Okay I also admit it, I hate spelling the words short. No way in hell was I going to let a guy, or one of the girls. Even the occasional pervert that came by see my panties. My mother had to get me a matching bra, what was she thinking? I did not want to know. My lacy white singlet underneath and than my favourite lavender shirt. The only thing you needed to wear was some sort of tie. I always wore my white tie. With the perfect pearl white jacket. Okay I bet you are thinking I am starting to sound like a rich bitch. But I handmade all of this, sewn it, by every stitch and thread. Apparently my sewing skills are like designer skills. Which I doubt highly. Pulling up my perfect lace cowgirl boots. Okay these I didn't make, I can't make shoes for the hell of it.

 I got these in a magazine raffle draw that I won. You had to design a pair of shoes, that would be the next big thing and I won! I still had to bring a pair of sneakers for physical education. No way in hell was I ruining these shoes. I had my singlet and shorts underneath for my change of clothes and another pair to change into after. Walking out my room, as I packed my bag. Most of my notebooks were in my school locker. Going quickly in the kitchen for my breakfast. As at the moment it was still only me awake so I had to be quiet. It would not be to much longer until they got up. Quickly going into the fridge and getting out a granny smith apple. I just loved the sour taste, it was the perfect temperature for me. Taking a bite, as I got a glass out the cupboard than the cold orange juice from the fridge. Quickly taking a sip from the glass, biting the apple. Sitting down, as I waited for the sound of feet to come down the hallway. Finishing my apple as I swallowed the last drop of orange juice. Washing the glass in the sink and putting the apple core in the bin. Going back over to the pantry getting a small packet of chips. Okay I admit this probably not the best breakfast ever. But this is how I eat my breakfast on a rainy day. 

Eating the chips, taking the empty packet to the bin as my father and mother came into the room. They were still defiantly in sleep mode. Going quickly back into the bathroom, brushing my tangled hair which I forgot to brush. Getting all the knots out of it. My hair is naturally curly and sometimes it get's very annoying. But I love my curls. They are my curls and I just love them, even if I can not get my hair to go straight. Well for at least more than 1 minute. Going back into the kitchen "Rain go at least get a scarf, it's going to be cold out there" "it's not like it's snowing" "please don't disobey your mother sweet" I just stopped and walked back into my room, I never fought with my parents. Getting out my multi coloured scarf which matched my clothes with my umbrella. Most of the rain was dry outside. Yeah that too after it rain's where ever I am it quickly drys. Leaving the house with my bag, holding my umbrella walking to school. The place where either people would wonder how ever I was never cold or why I managed to wear something and not get sick. Oh the joy's of being called Rain and what came with it.

Kitty/Shantey