When The Rain Falls - Book 1 - N, Y. (best books to read for success TXT) 📗

dad’s body and the letter I wrote in his handwriting.

 

I want to say i’m sorry to mom. For all those years I ignored her after Paris/ I never thought it would come this far to me think about mom more often.

 

 

 

I wake up 3 hours later at 7, like how they said.

 

Theodore intercoms us to come downstairs and eat breakfast. I lazily go to the bathroom in my room and look at myself in the mirror.

 

It’s amazing how I look. Not so tired, but I feel tired in the mirror.

 

As soon as I start brushing my teeth, Theodore runs the 3 ring buzzer and when 3 buzzers ring, he needs us downstairs immediately.

 

 

 

Because i'm the new girl in the house, I get treated with more buzzers than usual.

 

I had to know the rules, escape plans and necessary things bout this place.

 

God, it bores me.

 

 

I quickly put down my toothbrush and run out of my room downstairs to the kitchen.

 

I see Jacob already eating breakfast.

 

 

He looks tired, but seems not to care and Theodore looks at me from the corner with a serious look.

 

I give him back, a "what did I do?" expression and Jacob smiles while I sit down.

 

Confused to why he's smiling.

 

 

I sit on the left, near Jacob. He sits at the end of the table towards the window. Which is on the same wall as the front door.

 

 

I try to stay awake and open my eyes, so I wouldn’t look so tired. But all I did was sit there, nod my head and fix my face for 1 minute.

 

 

Jacob looked up and gave a small laugh, then went back to eating his cereal.

 

Theodore hands me my breakfast, which consists of pancakes, eggs, bacon and sausage. Which was the welcoming breakfast here and for starting a new school here, I hope.

 

It's so basic.

 

 

For several moments, I look at my breakfast and give a not too hungry look to my plate. Then Theodore gives me a furious look, and finally speaks.

 

 

''Eat your breakfast, Ms. Elle.''  

 

Jacob looks up, as if he was uninteruppted then looks at me.

 

"I’m not hungry, I already ate." I reply.

 

 

Theodore gives a surprised look at me and then asks.

 

''You already did, before I made breakfast? Well that’s just an excuse for someone like you to say.''

 

I give him a confused, concerned, angry expression all in one. Then I respond.

 

 

 ''I ate a midnight snack, because I couldn’t sleep and eating something at night helps me sleep. Okay!''

 

 

''You're eat at night, huh? That i’m sorry, from now i'll give you a simple, snice small breakfast after your plesant night eating confession.'' Theodore bellows.

 

 

He leaves to his private room and office, leaving the plate full of breakfast at the table. Just as i’m about to leave the table, I ask Jacob something.

 

''What's Theodore’s problem with the breakfast? Is he always this mad and nice?''

 

''Not really, he’s usually strict about everything.''

 

He finishes is cereal then speaks again.

 

''And before you arrived, he used to call me Mr. Jacob but now he calls me Jacob, isn’t that weird.''

 

''Yeah, very weird.'' I said eating some toast.

 

 

He smiles. ''Alright, first day of school for you. Get ready and i’ll meet you outside, okay?''

 

''Meet ya down.'' I said.

 

 

We both head upstairs to our rooms.

 

I look at my bed and see a school uniform laid out for me. I also see a piece of paper that’s next to it

 

It read: 

 

Freshly dry cleaned for you Elle, have a nice day - Carla.

 

 

How nice for someone to leave a message, but I wondered who Carla was.

 

I got dressed and looked at myself in the mirror, it was hung on a wall close to the door.

 

I looked like someone who knew what she was doing. I got my backpack, which I brought with me when I left home.

 

 

I paused and looked at my stuff still on the bed.

 

I decided I wouldn’t let my feelings get the best of me today. Because every year, mainly, dad was always the person I would talk to before I left for my new school.

 

And we’d paint something beautiful to express how our day will go and we show it to each other, before we leave out the door.

 

 

With us moving before, it meant new places for my dad to paint and sell and we both always did this.

 

Now that moment i'd looked forward to, is gone.

 

 

And he’s forever gone.

 

I take a long hard look at myself in the mirror, then look at the time on the table next to my bed

 

8:32

 

I still have time.

 

I get out a piece of construction paper, pasty paper and glue them together with the tools I took with me here.

 

 

I begin drawing. I pull out my favorite color and coat violet purple over it

 

By the time I was done, I heard Jacob open the front door and I put on my favorite white chucks and walk out of my room to run downstairs.

 

 

I saw Jacob dressed just like me, except he has a sweater on and his pants are long but mine isn't

 

He looks at me like he’s been waiting forever. He gives a small smile, then gives me a signal to walk beside him.

 

I stop him.

 

 

''Listen, Jacob, I know this may be weird but there’s something that I do before I go to a new school… with my dad. And I was wondering, if you could keep this painting that I drew just now. As a gift and a new school present.''

 

''Sure, if it’s a little something you do before going to a new school, it’s fine.'' he smiles, seeming happy.

 

''I hope you don’t mind, it was a daughter and dad thing I did. When my parents and I moved around, my dad and I made a pact. On the day I started a new school and when he started a new painting job, we'd both draw each other a painting of what we think our day would go like. By expressing it in a drawing.''

 

 

Jacob smiles as I continue.

 

''We’d both hand ours to each other like a gift and throughout our day, we’d look at our paintings and think about each other. Do you do anything before you go to a new school?''

 

 

I look to Jacob, realizing we walked from the front steps to the sidewalk.

 

He looks at me with surprise, then replies.

 

"Yeah, there’s also something I do with my mom before I leave to school. The last time we moved I would always give her a kiss on the cheek and told her, I will be the best in school and one day come home a man just like my dad did.''

 

 

He looks at me and kisses me on the cheek.

 

I noticed after and look at him.

 

"Sorry, you were the only girl around here, thought it might help.'' he says shy, but with confidence.

 

 

I touched my right cheek and look at him again, but he’s already walking down the sidewalk and I follow quickly behind. 

 

 

''So tell me about yourself, judging by the fact that you told me only about your mother.'' I say.

 

He smiles briefly then answers.

 

''I’m 18, I live in a London home with Theodore, after leaving my hometown in Georgia and then moving to New York. I don’t know where my mom is and I don’t have any hobbies, anything about you?”

 

I paused reply.

 

''Well, i’m 18, and I left home to go to Paris after I did something bad. Which I know that i’ll regret and I plan on staying in Paris till I forgive myself for the things I did, it’s becoming a habit.''

 

I asked Jacob. ''Wait, did you say New York earlier?''

 

 

He answered.

 

''Yes, I went to New York once. It was only for 22 days before someone found me and took me to London. That person knew I was lost and needed a new home. It was Theodore, he found me and promised that when I turned 15 he would take me to London and raise me there.''

 

 

I look down at the sidewalk fascinated. He looks past me and changes his expression.

 

''Anyways we're here.'' he says.

 

I look at the new school.

 

 

''Wow this school is big.'' I say.

 

He replies. ''Yeah I know. But anyways, don’t get lost trying to go to class and see ya after school ends.''

 

I watch him begint to run towards a building on the campus.

 

 

I shout after him. ''Wait! You're gonna leave me behind?''

 

''Yep. Just how life goes.'' he replies

 

 

I reply, worrying. ''Okay I see i’ll see you after school.''

 

 

Jacob goes through front doors and I follow behind a crowd of students. As soon as I see the inside of the school, I was even more surprised.

 

My university back in Rosewood wasn't as good as this one here, it's more open.

 

 

Right after looking around, I finally found the buidling i'm supposed to be in. Jacob's and I are the same starting year.

 

 

I find my way to my first class, it was Writers Communications. The class I took for the course, has a very strange teacher.

 

All the teachers, I had before were all concerned about how I didn’t do my work like I was stuck in another life.

 

 

My mom thought I would have more focus and make friends, but the truth is, I never had true friends in my life.

 

But I have fans and people who follow my blog.

 

 

 

Me and Jacob walked home together after we were done with our classes for the day.

 

                                                                 

"I really don’t know if it’s me or has my whole new school day gotten better than I expected. People were nice to me, girls actually wanted to talk to me and the boys who ate lunch, sat were I was and actually looked at me. Boys usually never look at me. They just stare in confusion like I had jaundice or something, of course there was one boy who had a crush on me but that never lasted long because this stupid, girl Lily in 6th grade had to tell him I liked him back. Even though I clearly didn’t and it ruined my ‘starting’ social life forever. My crush or should I say 'the person' who had a crush on me, never talked or looked at me again. Life was very different back then, my ElleWoodsers. I live in London now, at least until I make my way back to Paris, my true home. But I gotta go and see ya next time." - @SummerElleW_86

 

 

 

Writing is one of the best feelings i've ever hadand today i’ve reached 1,000,001 viewers on my blog.

 

People must really love me or my crazy life.

 

After posting to my blog with my laptop, which I brought with me to London. I realized the door to my room was creaking.

 

 

And the one thing that was going on in my mind, was either the door is creaking because of wind or someone’s watching me.

 

 

I get up and look to see who’s there and there was no one, except someone downstairs talking in Spanish.

 

I repeat, yelling in spanish at Theodore.  

 

 

I slowly walk downstairs. Jacob hears the yelling too. He comes out of his room and follows behind me.

 

We slowly walk faster and faster down the stairs.

 

 

We peak down the side of the stairwell, to see a beautiful mexican lady who has a duster in her hands. She was screaming at Theodore and he’s standing there confused, then he notices us peaking at the conversation.

 

 

''Hey! what are you two doing?!''

 

Me and Jacob quickly run up the stairs, till we're at the top and we hide behind our bedroom doors.

 

Theodore yells. ''You two come down!!''

 

 

Then he says politely.

 

''Please come down, there's someone I want you to meet. She’ll be in the house everyday. I want you to meet her.''

 

 

Me and Jacob both give the signal to open our doors.

 

When we peaked to hear Theodore's last words. Meet her.

 

 

We slowly walk together downstairs in a mysterious way, like we're spies investigating a murder.

 

Theodore clears his throat. ''Meet Carla, our new house maid. She’ll be staying with us here, say hi you two.''

 

 

We both say "hi" at the