Novels by Its Manifique

Sunday.The day it rained the most, and everyone scrambled to the church before it came.For me however, I enjoyed the rain.It was calming, especially with the music ranging from the 60s to the 90s.This is why I skipped church every Sunday.I usually had my eyes closed, but today, my eyes were open.A girl suddenly appeared into view running up the hill.She was a classmate of mine. The rain ruined the curls of her crimson hair.Her emerald eyes stared at where I was. I waved at her, but she didn't respond.She continued running in my direction, but started to slow down.And then she started to trip. Her knees hit the ground, and her arms flailed wildly. Her face twisted into a grimace of pain.With a thud, she hit the ground. I couldn't do anything but watch... Until I heard laughter.She was laughing, probably to end the embarrassment.I stood up and went toward her. Rain pelted me in seemingly all dir