Why Does it Always Rain on Me, chapter 1

So she gathered what she could find of her things and began to run. She wasn't sure where it was she was running to all she knew was that she had to get away a as fast as she could. And as she ran tears began to stream down her cheak, first slowly one, than another one, then a lot of tears begain spilling from her eyes causeing her mascara to bleed, making all the more clear that she was crying. But she didnt care anymore if people knew that she was crying. She used to care, used to make a big deal if somone were to see her cry, but right now. Right now she was too concitrated on running.

One or two people tried asking her why she was crying, but she didnt stop to explain. She hated that. People asking her why she was crying. They didnt really care why the hell she was crying, if was almost as if it were a reflex to them. Girl crys, ask why. If was so formulated that it had completely lost the perpose of actually caring about someone enough, that when they cry you feel bad and really do want to know why they are cry.

The worst thing was it was mostly guys who would ask why you were crying hoping to be your 'knight in shining armor'. Thats probably why she hated when people asked her why she was crying most of all. Because fairy tales aren't real. There is no knight in shinning armor waiting to sweep you off your feet. No prince charming, no fairy god mothers to watch out for you. No. I her mind life sucked, and there was no way she would ever fall head over heals in love again. It was just too painful.