She stood on top of the hill, letting the wind whip her waist length raven black hair around her, letting it slash her face without pulling it back into a ponytail. She stared out into the meadows, deep in her thoughts. The sky darkened with her mood. She was deep into her thoughts so much that she didn't even feel the first droplet of water hit her thick hair. As she slowly lifted her right hand to lightly finger the scar on her left cheek, she silently spoke vile curses on the man who scarred her for life.
Her eyes blackened as she remembered that fateful chilly day in spring, when the rains are bad, which was nothing new in the great state of Michigan. Her eyes blackened with anger as she remembered what her mother said about it being her fault. The more she thought about it, the more angry she got, and the rain was coming down in buckets now.
