I always said there was two different kinds of rains. Well, really three. Cleansing rain, crying rain and you’ve-got-to-be-kidding-I’ve-been-planning-this-picnic-for-months rain.
Today, as I pulled back my curtains, I knew it was the third kind. I hadn’t actually been planning a picnic, but something about the way the rain tapped on my window sounded despairing.
I pulled on my school sweatshirt, depicting the Jordan High Jaguar in white, against the navy blue. It was a standard among any member of my schools population. I selected a pair of jeans with little thought.
Glancing in my large mirror, I heaved a dissapointed sigh, as many teenage girls do when they see their body.
“KC, you’ll be late for school if you don’t hurry!” my mother called from downstairs. Dutifully honoring thier heritage, my parents had named me Katrazina. I prefered my nickname.
At least I was wearing my lucky jeans, however worn down they were. Not even Josh, who had desperatly liked me since sixth grade, could compliment these.
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About the author
Alexis DeHearts
Minnesota
Before I say anything else… I’ve gotten the love bite and it is oh so adorable (coos over love-bite) ...anyhoo…
I’ve been writing since I was in fourth grade when I was forced to write a short story. I was suprised at how fun it was, and took it casually from there. It wasn’t until sixth grade that I began to think of writing as a career. I’ve written one book (unpublished) and have another in progress, as well as a musical, which I am writing with a good friend of mine.
Besides writing, I also enjoy singing, acting, playing piano and composing and arranging music (especially jazz).
Besides my hobbies, I should probably just give some background and stuff…
I have ADHD, which I may sometimes reference to, though I try to never use it as an excuse. I really dislike when people say they can do stuff because they have ADD or ADHD.
I moved for the first time last summer, and am still adjusting, although this winter I have been infinatly greatful for our fireplace.
As is implied earlier, besides writing, my greatest passion is music. I often have my doubts about singing (Tenkou will attack me for that…) though people often assure me that I have an amazing voice. But it’s going through an out-of-whack stage right now… which is why I hate adolesence.
I’m fourteen, and participated in an international thingy that I won’t name, for my own saftey, last year. It was scenario writing, and I won first in state, as well as second on a team of three writers at internationals.
Published on January 13, 2008.
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