#Chapter191
I am not the best runner but that is not stopping me from running to my best friend through this heavy rainstorm.
Gosh, my parents would kill me right now if they knew that I was running through the rain.
My mom would probably yell about me getting sick or slipping and hurting myself, meanwhile my mother would let me tell her my reason for doing this before deciding whether to high five me or yell at me.
The both of them have very different parenting styles.
I ignore the intense burning in my abs and lungs as I finally reach Lynnex's street and run down it.
My white tee is clinging to my body for dear life, it is probably soaked to the point that you can see my bra through it.
My red and black flannel isn't doing too well of a job covering it due to the flannel being unbuttoned and blown open by the strong winds.
Honestly I'm beginning to think that this storm is bordering hurricane territory.
