The thunder diaries.

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DEAR THUNDER..
 
It terrified me.
It could last for one second or a minute, some rare times. I couldn't really help it; most people thought I was crazy in the head and needed a psychiatrist, but I thought I was just dandy. See, here's the problem. Every time I heard thunder I would run out of the room, screaming like a maniac. This is why none of my boyfriends nor friends stayed around me, though they claimed another excuse for drifting away. Most people just cower in fear, run into their boyfriend's arms, or crawl under a table, but not me. I do have a decent reason for it though, I grew up this way. My mom was diagnosed with Alzheimer's when i was 9 years old and she couldn't even remember my name, much less the memories. She also acted weird at times, looking out the door before going to the bathroom, or her forefinger and then sticking it into the air to check for wind. Nevertheless, we got used to it really. It became a way of life; my problem with thunder was dismissed, though I was still a loner at school. Well, then we transferred to a better school in Seoul. Yep, home of the populars.
 
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Foreword

chapter story coming up o/

i know i'm bad at them... but I ought to actually try, mm?

 

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