I wake up on Monday morning and, yet again, it's raining very hard. I'm starting to grow more and more hate-filled with every passing, rainy day. It never rains this much back home yet I come here and a day without rain is a harder to come across than a four leaf clover. As a result of the bad weather, my cousin got sick this past weekend and will be remaining in bed while I go to school. If I had my license, I probably would've asked my aunt to let me use Vivica's car but because I don't, I'm left having to walk in the torrential downpour. With an indecisive grumble, I look at my phone, which is on the dresser. Heaving a sigh, I swallow my pride and send a text to Maddox.
I send a simple six word sentence: Nice weather for walking, isn't it?
I don't know. You tell me. I stare at his res
