Rain- Chapter One

"Amy?"

"Amy!"

I looked up at my mom as I finished my last sentence of my essay. She had an angry frown on her face meaning that I was in trouble, and by trouble, I meant big trouble. It's rather fascinating how my mom can get so angry at an adorable little girl like me, but that's just how moms work.

"I told you to clean your room two hours ago, did you?"

I looked at her with a fake smile. How the heck could I forget to clean my room.

"No, but it's not like my room is that messy." I was hoping to get out of this mistake, even though I knew that I wasn't going to get out of this. Again, how the heck could I forget to clean my room.

"Girl, you better get your butt over to your freaking room and pick up every single piece of trash on your messy floor, otherwise I'm going to come over there and beat the heck out of you." Mom said, then she went outside with her sassy walk. Talk about a sassy woman.

I walked up the stairs sluggish and sadly entered my private one room mansion, okay so it wasn't really a mansion but it was private.

Slowly, I started picking up every scrap of paper I saw on the floor, even the ones that were as tiny as an ant. It's not my fault, Mom always says to pick up every little speck off the floor otherwise I would get a whooping.

I hate it when Mom gives me a whooping, the worst part is it's more painful than my dad's, what I don't get though is that when Mom hits me with a shoe it hurts more than when my dad hits me with a belt. I guess it's just science, or the point that my dad doesn't hit harder on purpose.

"Finally," I said as I laid down on my pink and gold bed, right next to my red and white teddy bear I always sleep with. Anna, my best friend in the whole wide universe, always disapproves with the idea of me still sleeping with a stuffed toy, it's just her opinion though which means I don't have to listen to it, unlike my mom's opinions that I always have to listen to and do.

"Amy, you done yet?" A familiar voice echoed into my ear from my window. I knew that cringy sound, it was my best friend Anna.

"Hey Anna, get up here." I shouted to her.

"You come here, I got something to tell you."

"Fine." I moaned as I made my way downstairs. I made sure to avoid one of the old broken stairs that somehow is still standing.

Don't you just hate it when you ask a friend to come where you are and then they disagree and say the same thing, then you are forced to go up to them and then it's for nothing. I know I do.

"Okay, let's just get this over with. So, why do you want me here?"I asked.

"What do you mean why do I want you here, you should know the answer already. Anyways, remember Jess?"

I narrowed her with my eyes. Is she serious right now, of course I remember that stupid brat.

"What kind of question is that, of course I remember Jess, she was my bully you know. Why are you asking anyways?"

"So you didn't hear,"

"Hear what?"

"Jess is coming back to Maplewood Middle School, which is the same school we are going to. Aren't you excited."

I looked at her with that confused and mad face. Clearly, she didn't understand that she was my bully, my retarded bully.

"Why the heck would I be excited. Anna, don't you get it, I don't want to spend my whole middle school year with a stupid person like her."

Anna gave me a smile, that's when I knew that we were about to get into some crazy thing that I never wanted to do, even if it's robbing a candy store.

"Well, maybe y'all can at least become friends, I'm not telling you to be best friends with her, but maybe you have to let go of the past and then face the future. In fact, I don't think Jess even remembers bullying you."

"Woman you are crazy and out of your mind, of course Jesse's going to remember bullying. What kind of bully doesn't remember who they pick on."

"I guess you are kind of right, but just give her a chance."

"Whatever Anna, I have to go see you later."

"Bye girl."

I angrily marched inside into my room. I can't believe my best friend in the whole wide universe we'll talk about my ugly bully. How could she. I hope she knows that I'll never be friends with her no matter what. In fact, I would rather jump off a building than to see her face.

Her messed up, full of makeup face.