Please Don’t Leave  

It was hurricane season in City O, and I didn't mean the sports team. Pressing my hand against the glass in front of me, I watched as rain absolutely pelted the ground. The wind seemed to scream as it brushed past the buildings in the Legislature, trying to find its weakest points.

 

This particular storm had gone on for seven days now, not once letting up on the intensity. It was the longest running storm that I could remember, but since it seemed to match my mood, I wasn't going to complain.

 

"Why are you out of your room?" demanded Maman as she entered the apartment where she was living with her husband. I wanted to say that I was living rent-free, but since Stepdaddy dearest made countless wishes every day, I more than paid for my room and board.