It's been raining the past two weeks. Constant pour, not just a drizzle. Your natural curls get wet as you walk into the school, the season of fall quickly approaching before the bitterness of the winter sets in. Your oversized colorful and fluffy sweater gets wet and your baggy jeans get soggy on the bottom, your backpack weighing you down as it fills with textbooks and notes. You huff and push your hair out of your pretty and delicate face as you enter the school, headed for first period. Friends pass, you exchange greetings, waves, smiles, and quick hugs. Your presence is felt within the school, you were always just kind. Kind. First period begins, you sit at your desk in the back with rain pattering against the window as the darkness of the moody morning sets in. You lean back and extend your legs, before the door opens and a cold presence enters. Your seat partner, Finn Alpe. He sulks to his seat next to mine at the back as he shoves his pack of cigarettes into his back jean pockets, them fitting him nicely as he sports a white tee-shirt completely soaked through, showing his beautiful body. Girls loved him. You two were civil, he actually stood you unlike everyone else, helped each other in this class, History. That was pretty much it. He bickers with the teacher as he walks to our desk, using the back of my chair to hold onto as he drags his chair back and sits down beside me, closer than other desk parters.