The On Going Rain
The God of rain, Letta, chooses a person every month but so far, none of them have accomplished it. Some people, like my Pa, depend on life with rain. He says it helps it flood the rice fields. Everyone loves the rain like it's their family, but I think it's terrible. Oh, another thing. My name is Morgan Evans and I am 9 years old. Technically you can say I've lived with water pouring out of the sky my entire life.
Last Updated
05/31/21
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Chapter 2
Chapter 2
I live in a world of magic. At least that’s what Ma tells me. I think I’m a bit too incredulous. Whenever she mentions it, I glare at her and stomp out. Right now though, instead of slumping down, crying, and looking out the window, I take out the most important things I’ve ever owned from underneath my mattress. I stare at the sunny sky. Beautiful. If Ma wouldn’t kill me for owning these I would have hung them up. They deserve it. The crisp paper in my fingers starts to grow hot from my finger warmth. I slip them back under the mattress, careful not to rip them. There. Finished.
That was when it dawned on me. What if I was the chosen one?
