Rain pouring heavily like a flood's about to begin.

I look up to the sky, darkened, frowning, crying it's heart out.

It reminds me of my own sorrows.

I'm standing in the middle of the parking lot without a raincoat or an umbrella.

I'm being drenched in the rain yet I don't care.

My life's already sad as it is.

My eyes are stinging with painter I don't close them.

I avert my gaze and look beyond the parking lot. The school's already abandoned. It's 5:30pm. Don't worry about me.

My parents don't even know I exist.

I start towards my skateboard at the "steel clamp"- my school's pretty strict with the no vehicles in the hallways rule.

It's raining so I can't skate. I can't die like a pancake- sadistic humor, I think.

I'm starting to feel hungry. I don't really eat much. I'm really skinny and pale ( for a black American), my hair'a all short and spiky and stuck to my face(normally, it's tossled) and it's jet black.

I'm not gothic but… I love to talk about gruesome things (death mostly), I love blood but I can't see it- makes me wanna puke. How funny is that?