When The Rain Falls - Prologue

When the Rain Falls

Prologue

If you ever had any memories swimming in your mind, what would be your worst? Over the years, I have asked people this and they’ve given me the same answer over and over as if they were on record, the memory of when they were lost. Now, usually I’m not the one to complain about thing since my mum always told me not to, but as a stubborn British girl, I would have to disagree with you. You see, not everything in this world what it seems to be. Some things may grow to be taller than expected or others may be soaring high in the sky, people just don’t see it. I understand I must be confusing you, so let me put it bluntly, my dad expected me to have short brunet hair, but being stubborn, I grew it long with a bob fringe.

I’ve just realized something; you have no idea who I am. Well, my name is Alice Tiffany Mary Michelson and I’m currently in a boarding school deep within the country side of England. It’s not so bad, the flowers reach out towards the sun each month trying to grab the raise to keep them alive and the rolling hillside that goes on endlessly into the distance. Although, it would be nice to actually see some sun, even though I said before that the flowers bloom with it. It’s always pouring with the clouds tears that gush out of their eyes and drench the entire fields, making everyone trapped inside this jail cell.

Within the school grounds there are the usual things people would expect like gardens, the school uniforms marching everywhere in sight and teachers yelling at the students for not obeying their meaningless rules. I would be leaning against a wall behind the troublemakers at times, snickering at their stupidity for even being noticed for beating up a kid or using their phone in public areas. This is what I get for being invisible and innocent, the ability to laugh at someone’s face for no apparent reason and not been seen even if it does get lonely. Usually, I lean against the wall to get away from the people because they all think I’m weird because I can see things they can’t.

I’ve always been like this, seeing thing behind walls and in the sky that others cannot. It’s not my fault they don’t have the ‘imagination’ I have, this ‘imagination’ has taken over my life from that very day. I shall explain later, but right now I want to show you something.

Through the maze, over the hills, across the seas, this is what people expect from an adventure of a life time. However, mine didn’t start there, instead its starts in front of a mirror.

When you look into a mirror, what do you see? Do you see a thin person or a creative person? Do you see someone who has it all or has hardly anything? Do you see a scary, thin, big, small, tall or different person staring right at you? Well, I hate to break it to you, but what you see is none of them at all, it’s something entirely different. Your reflection that stares at you is called a bad copy; it all depends on the weather and how many middle names you have. I can’t tell you more, for that is for your mind to discover. However, I leave you with this sane. Please try to remember, for it’s important throughout this adventure.

When the rain falls, expect the unexpected, otherwise you’ll miss it. If you miss it, you’ll miss what’s coming to you and before you know it, you won’t be here anymore. Life’s all but a game, in fact, it’s a maze. When everything comes to a halt, you’ll see three paths. The right path is the good whilst the left is the bad; it’s up to you which one you choose. Whatever you do, don’t choose the middle but if you do, welcome to Hell.