Thoughts and Opinions discussion

Ok, idea....

We write a story, each person adding one or two sentences each post. Me first:

Thunder rumbled in the distance, threatning to deliver the forcast storm earlier than predicted.

"Please, please not yet" I pleaded with the sky.

Of course, the sky never seems to listen. It only grumbles in response before I hear a drip.

That one drip was the beginning of a light drizzle, then a torrential downpour. I was soaked to the skin in seconds.

I slipped towards my destination. Listening to the heavy punching of the ground by water.

(gender?)

I continued through the park in spite of the rain, looking for the river. Then, I heard a lightning crack.

(whatever gender you want)

(Asking Lorna)

The hoorid rain hit the little fake river under the decrotive bridge I ran over. I slip and fall on my face.

Damn I thought to myself. That would show tomorrow.

((Whatever you want :)))

I scrambled to my feet again and continued to trudge through the driving weather. As I neared the edge of the park I saw the road Hector had told me would be there. I scanned the numbers as I crossed the road and found the house I was looking for.

((sorry, that's 3...I coudn't help myself X)))

(It's k, girl then?)

My skirt was now stuck to my legs with rainwater, I try desperatly to wring it out. I take a moment, before firmly knocking on the door.

(Ok :))

Nothing happened. I waited a few minutes, then leaned sideways to look in through the cracked window.

((FINE...I'll go again...))

Through the liberal amount of dust on the glass, I could see into what appeared to be the living room. It was hard to be sure, for everything in there was broken, and looked like it had been months.

I looked down at the piece of paper in my hand. I loved Hector's familiar handwriting.

((Yay, Liz!!))

Written clearly in his elegant, almost feminine script was: '57 Riverslea Terrace. Alegra.'.

This was the right house.

((of course lorna :P))

I told myself not to expect anything so as not to be disappointed, but this? I wasn't sure what to do.

Stuffing Hector's note into my pocket, I sat down with my back up against the door and pulled my knee's up to my chest. I would wait. If no one came in an hour, I would have to break in.

((she was wearing a skirt :p)

I knew this was it, my last chance. I wasn't going to blow it like last time.

((ooh woops ... I changed it :D))

I don't remember falling asleep. I just remember being shaken roughly awake and looking into an unshaven, grimy and rather angry face.

I gasp. "I didn't expect to see you..."