The Beginning

With a start, the world seemed to adjust to the new day with grace. It was one of those days that only come around once in a blue moon. When the Earth lets out a huge sigh of relief and everything lines up perfectly.

The crystal blue sky so calm and beautiful it could leave reflections. Reflections of one's soul if stared into for too long. The wispy white clouds accentuated the deep blues of the morning sky as a pleasant birdsong drifted through the wisps of wind.

Then, as soon as the peaceful atmosphere had been created, it was suddenly disrupted. A scream. Seemingly unintelligible from a distance, pierced the morning calm. It was full of anger and anguish. The sound reflected off the surface of the pale green ground covered in dollarweed.

On the small front porch of a rather unassuming house when viewed from a distance. Being washed in white with cracks of grey appearing every so often, it didn't look like much. Yet it was beautiful in a very dreamlike sense. Very fitting for the inhabitants.

Seemingly radiating an aura of ease and comfort, a young lady appeared from the door dragging a screaming child behind her. "I don't wanna go!" The words being somewhat slurred due to the heavy accent of the boy and his youth. The mother simply rolled her beautiful grey eyes and kept dragging the poor boy.

When the young one saw what fate awaited him at the end of their meager driveway, most of it hidden by tall oaks and a multitude of unkept shrubs, his outburst only multiplied.

Sitting at the end of the drive, almost hitting the frail redwood mailbox, was a vehicle that was long and painted a monotone shade of yellow with black accents for numbers and lines. The bus stood unmoving as it waited on the final passenger of the certainly exhausting route.

As soon as the driver saw the boy, kicking and screaming as he was, he immediately thought to himself, 'I don't get paid enough for this bullshit.' The thought must have show on his face it was that powerful. Until he glanced up from the little monster.

Admittedly, the young boy was not the worst looking person he had seen, almost looking like a punk kid in a big screen movie. Something like The Outsiders for example. But the woman that stood beside him. Wow.

She was so radiant that the birds seemed to change their song to match the rhythm of her pace down the rickety stone path. Her perfect ivory skin flowed over a very graceful figure. The lines of her brow folding over into the most mesmerizing pair of grey eyes anyone had ever seen. They looked as if a May supercell had become lodged in a dream. Her hair was a beautiful shade of brown, almost black the highlighted the color of her white dress.

The bus driver was taken aback as he did a double take. Thinking, 'Maybe this could be worth it.'

When the bus doors opened, the woman spoke in a tone that showed both maturity and an underlying childlike innocence. Her accent perfectly suiting her tone and making the voice sound like an alluring country singer in their 80's debut. She said to the driver, "Hello Mr. Bus Driver. My names Lyra and this little guy here is my son Rain. I hope you can manage and he doesn't give you so much trouble." The driver was shocked at how well she spoke considering her home and her accent. He said to her in a slightly excited and leering tone, "I'll try my best ma'am."

With that, the boy reluctantly hopped onto the stairs of the bus and started climbing. Rain, seemingly acknowledging how the driver was staring at his mother, stuck his tongue out at him and proceeded to the back of the almost vacant bus.

And so began the school career of troublesome little Rain from a small little town called Edwards, MO. It was going to be a great one indeed.