Without you there would be no reason me to write. Also dedicated to my family. One The rain pelts against the window of my beat up truck as I stop firmly in front of my local Wal-Mart. The weather has been terrible lately and I can’t believe my own stupidity for venturing out into one of the worst storms that has ever hit Portland- Maine. I glance out of the window and I see that everyone in the parking lot is hiding in the shelter of their cars. I sigh heavily, as I know that I have to get into that store, one way or another. I push the hood of my oversized waterproof coat over my head, I tuck in my frizzy brown hair and then I make a plea with god – please let me survive. I gently open the door of my truck, but it blows away from me as the wind catches it. I manage to scupper out of the truck and somehow I manage to close the heavy door against the rage of the blowing winds. With one chance and my heart racing, I dart towards the entrance of the store. I run too fast and straight into a massive puddle.
