Post by ~PowerpuffCentral~ on Sept 18, 2012 16:55:31 GMT -5
Rain poured from the skies early Monday morning. It was thundering ever so slightly. Some might say this would be a bad way to start off a November morning, but love the rain.
I stepped out of my mother's small dark gray car and onto the sidewalk by my school. Puddles were everywhere. I looked back up to my mother and she smiled.
"Bye, Ash! Have a good day!" she called. Without responding, I closed the door.
My name is Ashley Ray. I'm twelve years old, and I go by Ash. I hate the name Ashley. If somebody who knows better calls me Ashley, I refuse to respond.
As soon as my mother's car was out of sight, I pulled up the hood of my jacket and put it on my head. My mother didn't like it when I wore my hood because it "hid my beautiful hair". I've tried, countless times, asking if I could just wear my hood on a rainy day like everyone else just this once, but she never lets me.
I kept my hood on even after I was in the school. A teacher with way too much blue eye shadow yelled at me to take it off, but I pretended not to hear.
I loved wearing my hood. It gave me a sense of protection somehow. It was almost as if as soon as the hood was on my head, all of the bad in the world vanished from sight. However, on a day like this, it would take alot more than simply a hood to erase all of the bad.
I finally made it to my locker without having to take my hood off. I entered my combination carefully, as so to avoid an error, and opened the locker. There, of course, were the obvious: textbooks, homework assignments, stray gum packs, but something was different.
A small orange envelope fell to the ground and landed on my navy blue converse. I turned it over and read the front.
To: Ash Ray
From: Anonymous
I stuck the envelope in my pocket. I'd read it in homeroom.
I stepped out of my mother's small dark gray car and onto the sidewalk by my school. Puddles were everywhere. I looked back up to my mother and she smiled.
"Bye, Ash! Have a good day!" she called. Without responding, I closed the door.
My name is Ashley Ray. I'm twelve years old, and I go by Ash. I hate the name Ashley. If somebody who knows better calls me Ashley, I refuse to respond.
As soon as my mother's car was out of sight, I pulled up the hood of my jacket and put it on my head. My mother didn't like it when I wore my hood because it "hid my beautiful hair". I've tried, countless times, asking if I could just wear my hood on a rainy day like everyone else just this once, but she never lets me.
I kept my hood on even after I was in the school. A teacher with way too much blue eye shadow yelled at me to take it off, but I pretended not to hear.
I loved wearing my hood. It gave me a sense of protection somehow. It was almost as if as soon as the hood was on my head, all of the bad in the world vanished from sight. However, on a day like this, it would take alot more than simply a hood to erase all of the bad.
I finally made it to my locker without having to take my hood off. I entered my combination carefully, as so to avoid an error, and opened the locker. There, of course, were the obvious: textbooks, homework assignments, stray gum packs, but something was different.
A small orange envelope fell to the ground and landed on my navy blue converse. I turned it over and read the front.
To: Ash Ray
From: Anonymous
I stuck the envelope in my pocket. I'd read it in homeroom.
