Missing the Rain

Basicaly my last week before and after moving.


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It was my last Monday in this school and as usual I was the first one to arrive because I wanted to avoid the early morning traffic. The classroom was cold and dark but I felt the radiator against my back slowly starting to swipe away that cold blanket.

“Hey.” I said back to my friend that had just entered with a few more girls. They were all wearing thick winter jackets and caps, who could blame them it was freezing.

I slowly stood up, my eyes hurt from the lack of rest the last few weeks but I managed to keep the opened.

“How was your weekend?”

I heard one of my friends ask me

“It was fine. The rain finally started.”

“I know. It didn’t have to though”

I laughed a bit inside because it was weird to me how no one here liked the rain except me. I love the way it makes everything look and smell and I generally like the feeling of it when it’s falling on me.

“Yeah. Are you ready for our physics test?”

“Who could be with our teacher?”

My friend answered with a mocking tone. Our teacher was one of those who obviously know everything about their subject but have no idea how to explain it to us and on the test expects us to answer questions that he sometimes needs to think about.

“I really can’t wait for this week to be over.”

I said.

“Of course, after this week you’re going to move there and I’ll be awesome for you.”

My friend answered with a smile. I know that everyone thinks that it is so much better in that place that I’m moving to and in a way it is, but the truth is that they have no idea how sad the thought of leaving this place makes me sometimes and I don’t plan on telling them.

“Yeah well next semester you’ll also have a new Latin teacher so it’s going to be better for you as well”

I said trying to make it even.

“You’re right and there is no way that she could be worse than the one we have now.”

We all laughed a bit.

By this time more people had already come so I slowly went over to my seat in the first row, right in front of the teacher’s desk. I was waiting for my friend that sit s next to me to get there even though I knew that if there was someone you could count on to be late it was her. While I was waiting I listened to music with the friend that sat behind me.

The first, warning, bell rang. Class starts in five minutes. The big white double doors of the classroom opened and in came my friend and right behind her our teacher, and so the class started. Our first class was Language and since I finished with my grades from that class I switched with one of my friends from one of the back rows. I pulled out my notebook and started drawing the pendant from my necklace. The pencil was cold when I first picked it up but as my drawing begun to grow I felt it get warmer in my grip. By the end of the class I had been able to finish it and it really came out nice, if I do say so myself. Two more classes left until break and honestly I couldn’t wait. The classes passed by in a heap of thoughts and ‘have a nice holiday’s. When brake came all I could see around the classroom was a bunch of physics books. Everyone was nervous about the last quiz and everyone was reading in a rush to make sure they didn’t skip something or forget it. When the bell rang for the end of break and the teacher came in everyone was already in their seats, waiting to get the test and stare at it in either regret or relief.

The test lasted for the whole 45 minutes we had of class and when it was over we were all relieved that we made it through the last actual test of the semester.

The rest of the day was pretty normal.  I went home studied, watched a movie with my grandma and went to bed.

Like every night it was dark and silent, perfect for thinking, and like every night I tried not to focus on everything I forgot or everything that bothers me, instead I leave my mind open for fantasies which might happen tomorrow, next week, next month or just whenever I think is a good time for the fantasy. I just lay there, wondering, dreaming. Sometimes it’s good not to know what is going to happen, that way you can always look on the bright side and tell yourself that everything is going to be ok. Knowing the future means knowing your own faith, by knowing what is going to happen nothing can surprise you, you will never experience something to that level as if you didn’t know what was going to happen in the first place. So I just lay there staring at the black sealing and wondering.


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