Drip drop drip drop, the sound of rain pouring onto the wooden roofs. Raindrops raced against each other to get to the bottom of the windows. The girl stared contently at the window, sipping her hot cocoa. She was using her mother’s mug. “Best Mom Ever!” was written along the side of the mug. She pushed her glasses up and gripped the pen tightly on her left hand. She looked down at her notebook. It was black leather with funny stickers on the back and a strap to keep the notebook from opening. She smiled as she remembered her younger sister helping pick out the stickers carefully. “Story Idea #198” She wrote in a messy handwriting. Each page was full of story ideas, lists, poems, and vents. There was no order but rather perfect chaos.
She hummed a small tune, deep in thought. She remembered the day she brought her notebook to recess and thought out a whole world with her friends. Abby, was a very colorful person and planned out a whole map of the world. Sandra had an eye for detail and created the terrain and history. Raine wasn’t the most outgoing person but she developed every single character. While she plot out the storyline. It was a magical world about monsters, humans, and fairytale creatures living together in tranquility and conflict. They shared it with the teacher and she was more than impressed— she ended up showing what we wrote to the whole staff and classroom. We received much praise from teachers and even some students.
She giggled slightly before continuing to stare out the window. She remembered reading a book online about a magical window and typewriter but the book was taken down very quickly. She never got to finish reading it either. She closed her eyes and began to imagine what the ending could have been. “Heya toots,” She looked behind her and saw her dad leaning against the door frame with an awkward smile. “Wanna watch TV with me for sometime?” He asked, probably hopeful that his daughter would say yes. She sighed, “It’s ‘want to’ not ‘wanna’, and you don’t say ‘sometime’. It’s ‘a while’ dad,” He has never had perfect grammar and spoke informally many times, which bothered her a great deal. “Sure, I’ll be there in a bit.” She bite her lip. “Great! Well, be there fast, Peigi.” He smiled in glee and walked, probably, to the living room. Peigi didn’t even bother correcting his grammar and cringed at the use of her name.
She has never liked her name, how weird it looks, how it sounds. Many kids in school called her “Di” just how she asked them to. The nickname had nothing to do with her real name and it sounded so simple yet powerful.
Di was the name of her favorite OC that she had ever made. Di was a diamond in the rough and very brave and witty. Peigi sounds weak. Like an unsteady wine glass that can be tipped over with the flick of a finger and shattered right when it hits the ground. Her father never understood, he stuck to the name in honor of his grandma whose name was also Peigi. She slammed her notebook shut and pulled the strap tightly letting go with a loud SMACK! She dragged herself to the living room and slumped onto the coach pouting her lips slightly. She gave her dad a small glare while he gave her a big thumbs up.
They didn’t bond much, not after the incident. She would lock herself in her room caging herself in the despair her— the feeling of your hands tied behind your back. Her father tangled himself in work and even forced himself to work during weekends, it was like narcotic to him. So it was always just Peigi and her little sister. Her father was very unsure at first, it took awhile to get accustomed to the new routine. Many bumps along the road they walked, still they pushed through— even if the way they did was questionable. Because that’s life, things happen without warning even if you don’t want it to. You can’t predict all the anguish you’ll experience in the future.
Peigi glanced at the TV and saw some type of black and white movie. She rolled her eyes and thought about her friends. She remembered a small conversation she had with Raine.
“Hey Di!” Raine called out to her from the hallway. She tilted her head in response and walked over to her. “I wanted to ask,” Raine began to fiddle with her fingers like usual. “What do you think about… Abby?” Di was confused with the sudden question that had popped out of the blues. “Why do you ask?” She sighed and rubbed her arm bashfully. “Well, she just….” Di rose an eyebrow and crossed her arms waiting patiently. “She attracts every boy in class, and everyone wants to be her friend! I've been trying to make sense of it and I can't!” There's a long pause between the two before Di began to dissolve laughing at the sudden outburst. “Oh Raine! What are you, jealous? Are you jelly that YOU don't get any attention from the boys?” She teased and Raine began to blush. “N-no!” She stuttered, “But is it because, I'm so moody and quiet? And Abby is so colorful and bubbly?” Her voice fell low as her head did so as well. “Raine,” Di put her hands on Raine’s shoulders. “You're perfect in your own way. You don't need to be all nice to get attention. All you need is Sandra, Abby, and me to keep you company!” Di smiled and gave her a big hug. “Lets go to class now!” She let of her and motioned her to follow.
She laughed at Raine's childish antics and got some weird looks from her dad.
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