Dasha Dranovsky en Creative Writing 7/11/2016 · 4 min de lectura · +200

The Sun

The Sun

Chapter 1

When I was born it was raining, when it was the first day of school it was raining, all my life, it was raining. Today, it’s still raining, and not just nice summer rain, pouring sloppy winter rain that feels like acid every time it touches your skin. I hear that there was a time before rain, a time of happiness and joy. I hear rumors that there was a ball of light that came up every morning and shined on all people, good or bad. This ball of light gave people hope that everything will be alright, I wish we still had that. Some, like my parents, long for the ball of light so badly they do stupid things, for instance, name your only child after this ball of light that existed about a hundreds of years ago. My parents thought that if they would give their daughter such a name the ball of light will just magically appear. Well here I am, at the age of 13, with the name of Sun, but not attracting any balls of light, only trouble.

“Good luck at school!” My mom called from the kitchen like she does every morning, and I nod like I do every morning, and my dad is waiting to drive me to school, like he does every morning, and of course it's raining, like it is every morning. I roll my eyes, nothing here ever changes, and I bet it never will. As I get into the car I look at the sky and sigh. It says in books that earth used to be such a wonderful place, what happened? Rumors are that pollution scared the sun away but I don’t believe that. Others believe that the sun just got bored of being part of the Milky Way and left to join another galaxy, I also don’t believe that. I believe the sun is still here but is disappointed with us. I believe the sun is just waiting for change, just like me.

School is awful, as usual. To many people talk and the school work makes my head explode.Suddenly, I zoom out for about an hour or two until I hear my name,“Sun,” suddenly I’m alert “what?” I asked to the boy who called my name, but he just stared. “What?” I asked again louder. This time the boy pointed and said again “Sun.” I looked at where he was pointing. The rain was gone and it was bright outside. The brightness made it to our window guiding us to the ball of light. When the whole class ran outside. The fogginess of the sky was gone replaced by a soft blue color, and the rain was gone replaced by the ball of light, the Sun.

All of us stare and begin to laugh, the Sun has finally come back to us. Soon we are all dancing enjoying the warmth on our skin, but suddenly the warmth left me behind and the sky was once again foggy and gray. Many groaned and went back inside but I just stood looking at the sky and smiling. The Sun never left, it’s always been there it was just hiding it’s face from us. It chose this very mom