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Rain was always a sign of tragedy, something bad didn’t happen every time it rained, no, but everything bad that happened to me in my life had happened on a day when it was pouring. Alight sprinkle never phased me, it was also raining that day. As I woke up in my warm & cosy queen sized bed, I remember feeling a cold shiver going up my back through my pink silky pyjamas. It was a typical December morning, it wasn’t snowing yet but it was cold and foggy. As I got ready to go to school the eerie silence in the house surrounded me while I was getting changed. I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach giving me goose bumps all over my body. I rushed downstairs, missing breakfast and then I stepped outside waiting on my driver to bring out the car so he could drop me to school. At that Time my mother used to drop me to school then to go to work in her huge business empire, but my mum was on a business trip so the driver took me everywhere. My mum was due to return that day so I was pretty happy and I was attempting to ignore that sick feeling in my stomach. I had given the driver the rest of that month off because I knew my mum would come to collect me from school and stay with me for Christmas and New Year. The driver stopped and got off to open my door & I stepped out of the silver Mercedes Benz E-Class heading towards the school gate I attended St. Teresa’s private school it was an all-girls school and was built in a very modern style with Italian style walls and French tinted glass windows, it was one of the best private schools in the country. School passed by pretty quickly that day & before I knew it I was standing back at the golden metal gates at the front of the school waiting for my mum to come and collect me. My cream faux fur coat was blowing in the wind as was my long brown hair, but the wind started to speed up and a light drizzle of rain started to pour down on me. I remember attempting to
Rain was always a sign of tragedy, something bad didn’t happen every time it rained, no, but everything bad that happened to me in my life had happened on a day when it was pouring. Alight sprinkle never phased me, it was also raining that day. As I woke up in my warm & cosy queen sized bed, I remember feeling a cold shiver going up my back through my pink silky pyjamas. It was a typical December morning, it wasn’t snowing yet but it was cold and foggy. As I got ready to go to school the eerie silence in the house surrounded me while I was getting changed. I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach giving me goose bumps all over my body. I rushed downstairs, missing breakfast and then I stepped outside waiting on my driver to bring out the car so he could drop me to school. At that Time my mother used to drop me to school then to go to work in her huge business empire, but my mum was on a business trip so the driver took me everywhere. My mum was due to return that day so I was pretty happy and I was attempting to ignore that sick feeling in my stomach. I had given the driver the rest of that month off because I knew my mum would come to collect me from school and stay with me for Christmas and New Year. The driver stopped and got off to open my door & I stepped out of the silver Mercedes Benz E-Class heading towards the school gate I attended St. Teresa’s private school it was an all-girls school and was built in a very modern style with Italian style walls and French tinted glass windows, it was one of the best private schools in the country. School passed by pretty quickly that day & before I knew it I was standing back at the golden metal gates at the front of the school waiting for my mum to come and collect me. My cream faux fur coat was blowing in the wind as was my long brown hair, but the wind started to speed up and a light drizzle of rain started to pour down on me. I remember attempting to