(changed setting to a ‘normal’ world)
The rain drops pounded against the window almost rhythmic as the rain came down faster. The rain drops caught against the glass like flies in a web as the drops beaded up like wrapped flies before running down like an outline of a silvery-web. The thumping noise of the drops became an almost expected noise, as if waiting to hear the next drop in anticipation as it came down for quite some time. Noticing that the noise of the drops falling faded, now the drops have stilled to the lingering ones falling from the edge of the roof. Big fat drops reluctantly rolled off the edge of the gutter. I was hoping that there would be a thunder storm with the heavy rain, since it is always beautiful and interesting to hear the rolls of thunder as the lightning flashes brightly splitting the sky in contrasting shadows. I moved the window shade back into place, all in a single quick movement I was already laying on my back in a comfortable position in bed.
It was already officially summertime last week, and the rain seems to be coming down quite a lot already this season. I looked at the grey ceiling, the ceiling made me think of the grey clouds that has been hovering low over the city this week. It made me wonder if it would be great sunny weather next week, or if this bad weather is here to stay a little longer. It would be terrible that the only week off from work for Summer Vacation I planned out for next week will be ruined by this unusually wet weather that has been occurring of late.
I reached my hands out above my head stretching them thinking if only I could get far away from here, escape from this gloomy grey weather-worn city that has been clouding my own mind a little. Again I was thinking, in yet another reoccurring rant that was in the end just futile arrogant frustration against the weather. I sighed at defeat to the weather, once again thwarting my plans. I woke up startled when I thought I heard a rumble of thunder, heck I didn’t even know I fell asleep. I listened for a while, yet I didn’t hear any sounds of rain or thunder. It didn’t show any signs of a storm when I looked outside. In fact the sun was already high above the horizon on a cloudless sky. Which seemed odd since I didn’t think I slept that long, I quickly ran to the kitchen to where I have a clock. I also left my phone in the kitchen to charge on the counter, I looked at the digital clock to see that it was off. Maybe the storm passed already when I was startled awake, which makes sense why there are no longer signs of the storm. However, it’s a real shame if the power was knocked out by the storm. I look at the phone that should be charged now, even if the power was knocked out. When I grabbed the phone off the cord, a small spark startled me though it was too quick to process. After my heart settled, I looked at the phone to see that it was off. I tried to turn on the darned thing holding the power button to no avail, when I inspected the phone better I noticed that the back of the phone was melted. The area where the battery is kept must have got fried from a power surge by the storm. Odd though, since the house had surge protectors to prevent such occurrences. However there was no way to stop what was going to happen to him.
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The cellphone suddenly rings shattering the silence in the library. The boy looked startled; he forgot to turn off his cell phone. He quickly ended the phone call before the second ring. He was about to mutter angrily that he just wanted quiet. He sighed, it was probably important, so in the end he walked doggedly to the entrance of the library to slip out in the cold night. A chilly wind greeted him when he stepped outside. He already missed the warm comfy library’s lounge, hoping the phone call was important enough for him to freeze in the cold. He pulled the phone out; he didn’t even look to see who called when he pressed the redial button. Only one person knew his personal cellphone number.
“Ah, so glad you were able to call back, we need you to come back to the house, there is a matter you need to hear from your father,” the butler spoke softly.
“My father can talk to me whenever he wants, what he wants to say can wait tomorrow, right?” he asked the butler in a tired voice. He wanted to go back inside and relax at the public library. The public library was donated by his father, with collections of books from the family, and the father still donates to the library to keep it open 24/7.
The butler wheezed a small cough in reply into the phone making a static like whoosh that broke the awkward silence on the phone.
“I’m freezing right now, I am going back in the library, and besides I will be at the house during the weekend, it can wait three days right?” He replied tiredly and annoyed.
The butler was starting to protest when the boy hung up, not caring to hear what the reason was for in the end. The boy turned off the phone. “I don’t care if my father gets upset a little, I will just camp out in the library, forget about coming home over the weekend. I have enough change to live off the vending machines at the library’s basement lounge. Hahaha… my father made this library too comfortable… my win,” the boy muttered feeling satisfied that he might have beaten his father a little bit.
The butler gave the phone back to an angry father; his face was already turning red with purple blotches. The butler sighed; the boy keeps running off from the house trying to live off the library away from the house. But never would the butler and the father expect what happened after the phone call. In fact even the boy himself probably didn’t fully comprehend what happened after the phone call.