Prologue first draft .docx - Prologue Miami Florida The storm raged on as the wind picked up its speed lighting flashed overhead and was quickly

Prologue first draft .docx - Prologue Miami Florida The...

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PrologueMiami, Florida The storm raged on as the wind picked up its speed, lighting flashed overhead and wasquickly followed by the deafening clash of thunder as the sky split open and released a heavierdownpour. Pools of muddied water collected and soon merged together. Samantha Riley silentlylistened to the pregnant drops of rain suicide falling onto the rusted hood of the truck she wasstuck in. It seemed fitting to dub this as one of the worst storms of the season. She was used tothe rain back home in Washington but weather here was something she was still trying to getused to. One hour it’s sunny and the next it was utter chaos, it all happens so quickly.The old, sky blue ford truck sat alone in one of the many disserted parking lotssurrounding the dormitory where she’d called home for almost a year. It was nearing the end ofspring break and she personally couldn’t wait for it to be over, for the year to be over. Waiting outthe rain would have been an easy task (she’d done it plenty of times) only she wasn’t alone thistime around. Like an odd twist in fate he was with her. Closing her eyes to the blurred windshield she imagined herself outside being wrappedup in the humid Florida air. She could feel the sting of the rain hitting her upturned face andembraced the feel of it soaking through her clothes and drenching her hair. It was a comfortingfeeling to say the least. A smile played on her lips as she watched herself lift her arms above herhead, turning slowly her feet sloshing around in the flooded parking lot. Stormy weather alwaysmade her feel at ease, always made her feel alive. On more than once occasion she stood out inthe rain and watched as fancy girls tried so desperately cover their heads as they dashed to andfrom their cars equally fancy cars. The guys were the worst through. She’d seen some act like itwas nothing but water, then when they got to their cars they pounded the steering wheels just likethe girls or stood inside the door using every swear they could think of. It’s only water people, she’d think. What are you so afraid of?And so she never hated the rain but she was being tested with this storm.
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There was a cough, well, more of a clearing of a throat coming from the person next toher. He was trying to get her attention without blatantly asking for it. Sadly, for her, it worked. Theimage of her comfortable moment shattered and faded as she opened her eyes once again. Onlyshe refused to look at him and focused, instead, on the windshield and the way it made it seemlike they were underwater. She could barely make out the thrashing trees a few yards away. Theyseemed more like dark grey-green blobs viscously swaying back and forth and threatened touproot any second.
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