Nine years ago
*Rain pouring down* “Rain get back inside, it's raining!” * Rain walks slowly, and silently into her house* “Rain it was coming down hard what were you thinking?!”

As my father freaked while trying to dry my body, I had been drying eyes. My dad payed no attention to it at all. The only thing he was doing was lecturing me about how I should avoid rain. I've Never been a talker so I just listened. I was homeschooled for a quarter of my life from my lack of social interaction . Not knowing my dad had to start working more so I had to go to public school. High School in fact, knowing no one at all. The next morning after my dad's lecture I woke up not to see one rainbow. My dad had told me stories about the leprechaun, and his gold. I knew the stories were fake, but for my father's sake I made him think I was interested. Even though I didn't believe in it I wanted to go to the end of the rainbow, and just sit on the pile of gold coins. Now I'm a sophomore still with no friends, but who can blame anyone I haven't said one word ever since my first day of freshman year. The teachers never call on me anyway, it's like I'm invisible to them. It doesn't bother me though. For others yes maybe, but me I'm like a hollow object with no feelings nor speech. Like rain the thing that always hit the ground.