I always liked the smell of rain makeing it's way through the old trees down to the pine cover dirt beneath my sneakers. I always felt at home. it always helps me think. So whenever my mates were busy I would go and clear my thoughts thinking of the perfect world. no hunger, no abuse, no drugs, no bullies, and no dodgeball. but as I look up from my barely legible drawing of my world, I realize it's only a fantasy. BUZZ!!! just like clockwork. my mate Ian always texts me at 2:14 evreyday. I haven't really figured...