Adelaide

A story has too start somewhere. Most stories start at home or somewhere special too the story. Most stories start with introducing the plot or the characters. This story is a little different, as you can probally already tell but I shall get on with story.

The rain fell off of the trees and landed onto the shoulders of Elizabeth Walters. Elizabeth, who insited on being called Liz, shook her head and tried too sheild her head and face with her hands. It did not work. She furiously threw them back by her sides, angry that her plan didn't work.

" Dammit " Liz whispered too herself, cursing like a mad man underneath her breath. Liz was already late getting home and the shower approaching wasn't going too make her go any faster and there was no way in hell Liz would run home. Liz looked up at the sky, it was grey, pure grey, no white clouds, nothing, nada.

The rain kept pouring down, and Liz finally decided she would rather run then get drenched. So Liz picked up her feet off of the ground and sprinted home, her long, lean, brown legs racing off the ground.

Liz got home. She was late and drenched and she had too run but she didn't mind. Not one single bit that was until she saw the note on her dresser.