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This is my first posted story! Yay me! :P
Here’s what my story is about.
Seth and his sister Elli have just moved to Chicago. He's somber, she's violent. Together, they can take on the world. But when Lily dazzles him with her beaming smile the first day of his new school, his world turns upside down. Elli can't stand Lily; he's realized he loves her. Seth doesn't know what to do, Elli's pissed off, and Lily's oblivious. Suddenly, someone else arrives on the scene. Now it’s Elli’s turn to dance in the rain... A devious tale of rain dancing, spiritual and mental rebirth, kisses, pets, cigarettes, love, and above all, finding out what life is really about and learning to enjoy it while it’s here.


Chapter 1
Pack All My Things And Get My Ass Out Of Town
Elli’s Point of View
“Are you freaking kidding me?!?” I jumped out of my chair and glared at my parents. How dare they! This was totally unfair! How could they do this to me? And without even asking us first!
“Yeah, dad!” my brother, Seth, yelled. “Why do you always have to be so anal about this kind of stuff?”
Our mom, a woman in her early forties, toyed with her wedding ring as she looked unhappily at the table. She glanced at my angry expression, hurriedly looking away when I turned my furious gaze upon her. Our dad, William Blakeslee, ran one of his hands through his pitch-black hair and sighed. “Seth, Elli, we all know this will be hard. Moving somewhere new is always difficult, but unfortunately, we don’t have the money to keep our house right now. Plus, your mother and I worry about you both. We don’t know where you go at night, who your friends are, anything. You never talk to us about that kind of stuff-”
“Dad, you know what, I think I can do without the lecture for now, okay?” I said angrily. There was an awkward silence for a couple seconds, until Mom spoke up.
“Kids, I know you’ll love Chicago. It’s different than Los Angeles, yes, but-”
“Chicago?” Seth scoffed. “Chicago! Oh, yeah, mom, I’m just going to love Chicago! I’ve wanted to live there for, like, ever! My life’s dream is coming true!” I turned away from them, glaring at the wall.
“Dammit!” I shouted, slamming my fist into the doorframe.
“That’s enough, Seth,” his father said quietly. Mom had begun to cry silently. William took her hand and comforted her. It was enough to make Seth sick.
“Oh my god,” Seth moaned, her voice cracking. He put his head on the table and hid his face in her hands. “I hate you both.”
After shooting unnoticed dagger like glances at our parents, I let out an angry sigh and pulled on Seth’s sleeve. “Come on, let’s get out of here,” I grumbled to my brother. He got up and followed me. We stomped up the stairs and down the hall, parting and going into our separate rooms. I left the lights off, preferring instead to sprawl facedown onto my unmade bed. In minutes I was asleep.

“Elli, get up.”
I groaned and literally rolled out of bed. Luckily, my comforter softened my fall. I tried unsuccessfully to untangle myself from the aforementioned comforter, unsuccessfully being the key word.
“El, hurry up. We’re going.” Seth leaned over and helped me in my fight against the comforter. I stood up sleepily and went to the bathroom to put in my contacts, brush my teeth, etc.
Seth was the only person who woke me up every day. One, because I couldn’t stand the ringing of an alarm clock, and two, because I couldn’t stand my parents.
I went back into my room and Seth was already dragging my boxes downstairs. I had been packing all this week, and I had everything in boxes. I helped Seth haul them downstairs and set them in the back of his truck. Our parents had rented a moving van, which was where all the furniture was going.
About two hours later, we had everything packed up. Seth jumped in the driver’s seat, while I jumped in the passenger seat. Our parents were in the moving van. We were off.
I turned around in my seat and looked back at our house one last time.

Seth’s POV
I awoke with a start. Something was pushing open the door to my room!
Oh. It was just Elli.
I turned on my light, and she sat down on my bed. I patted her on the head, and she pushed my hand away playfully.
“What can I do for you, short one? Why are you waking me up in the middle of the night?” I asked.
“I can’t sleep,” she told me with a frown.
“Aaaw,” I teased. “Da widdle baby can’t sleep?”
She laughed and punched me in the shoulder. “You idiot.”
“Wait, I think have some sleeping pills somewhere…” I got up and opened a box. I shuffled it around, looking for the yellow prescription bottle.
I spotted it near the bottom. “Aha!” I said in triumph, pulling it out and tossing it to Elli. She snatched it out of the air and popped it open, tilting a pill into her hand.
“You want some water? Dry swallowing those things is terrible,” I informed her. She nodded and went out of the room. I heard the sink running, and she came back carrying a glass of water. She placed the pill on her tongue, tilted her head back, and took a swig of water.
She stood up, still holding the glass of water, and headed toward the door. I slipped back into bed. She turned, looking over her shoulder at me.
“Goodnight, Seth.” I nodded at her, and she slipped back into the darkness of the hall.
I turned out the light.

Last night, Elli, my parents, and I arrived at our new home in Chicago. I stayed up really late, unpacking my truck. I was really trying to like my room. But that was last night.
Today, I have only been awake for ten minutes, and already I can’t stand the sight of my stupid new room. It is filled with piles and piles of cardboard boxes. The only thing that isn’t packed up is my mattress and my blankets.
Stupid room, I thought. Stupid blankets, stupid mattress, stupid boxes. Stupid Chicago. Stupid stupid.
I slumped to the floor, leaning my head against the wall. This new room doesn’t even smell like my old room. My room back in L.A. smelled like cigarettes, because my sister and I would smoke all the time in there, even though she was only 17. This room just smells like mothballs and stale cat puke. Ew.
I stood up and dug around in a box for some clean clothes. I pulled out a “Killswitch Engage” t-shirt and some black pants. I couldn’t find any other accessories that I usually wore to accentuate my definite taste in heavy metal rock music. Usually, my old friends and I walked around school with tattoos, body piercings, and chains and spikes hanging off their pants. But I couldn’t find my hair gel to style my hair in the fro hawk I sometimes wore. The pants I found didn’t even have any chains or spikes on them, which was actually very unusual.
“I can’t find my earrings,” I heard from the door. I looked up to see Elli leaning on the doorframe, glaring at the wall. She had her nose piercing in and she was wearing black skinnies and a black August Burns Red hoodie. Her short red hair was in pigtails, and she played anxiously with the bracelets on her arms. Her old Converse shoes were held together with duct tape. She had refused to throw them out when they fell apart, stating that she’d rather tear out her own hair than throw away a pair of high tops.
“My room smells weird,” I informed her.
“Ew.”
“Yeah.”
“Let’s get out of here,” she said.
I grabbed my keys and wallet and we walked downstairs. I opened the fridge. There was nothing in it. Damn. Walking out the front door, I made sure to slam it loudly so my parents knew we were leaving. We jumped in my truck and drove around, looking for a gas station. When we found one, we stocked up on Monsters, cigarettes, and sodas. I slipped a pack of gum in my pocket when the clerk wasn’t looking, while she swiped one for herself. I threw everything in the backseat and lit a cigarette, handing the lighter to her so she could light her own.
“We should run away,” she said, staring out the window. “I already hate this city.” She took a drag and blew the smoke around the car.
“Me too,” I replied. I purposefully took a turn too fast.
There was silence for a while, and then Elli spoke up. “You think they’d miss us if we went back to L.A.?”
“Probably not. We’re just a pair of ‘problem children.’ They’d probably be relieved.”
She laughed. It sounded forced. “We’re almost 18,” she pointed out. “We could ask if we could move out, then go find an apartment.”
“Yeah, but since when did we ever ask to do something?” I replied, and we both laughed.
“Where’s the crappy school we’re supposed to go to?” she asked after a minute.
“Dunno,” I answered. She leaned over to the radio and turned it on, looking for a rock station.
“Damn,” she said after a while. “The stations are all jacked. I can’t find our old stations at all.”
“That’s because we’re forever and a day away from LA,” I pointed out. “Just put on my Ipod.”
She shrugged and did what I suggested. The car was suddenly blasted by Eyeless, by Slipknot, and I turned it up as loud as it would go.

Elli’s POV
“Mom says we start school next week,” I informed Seth, who was lying on his stomach playing video games in his room.
“Yippee,” he answered, not looking up from the TV.
I walked over and joined him on the bed. “What do you think’s going to happen?”
“Don’t worry, sis,” he said. “If anybody messes with you, I’ll personally set them on fire.”
I laughed and picked up the other controller. “Can I play?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said, hitting the reset button on his Xbox.
“Prepare to lose,” I said challengingly.
“Right. You wish.”


So, I’m thinking that Elli should be a druggie. But I don't know where or how people get drugs. I’ve never even seen a joint, let alone bought one. So how am I supposed to write about that kind of crap? Lol...
Repost coming up.
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