Cumberland (Not A Dream Book 1) Read Free

headlights were on this entire time. They glared through the streaks of rain left on the windows. The reflection of the light danced off of the sprinkle of rain.
                  I ran out to my car in a rush, by the time I had noticed. On my way out of the double doors I had accidentally bumped into the new girl Olivia Hall. Using her hand she flipped back her short black curls and stared at me. Her big brown eyes blinked furiously with a pinched face. I have never known a person to be so little, yet have a huge temper.
                  My words stumbled over one another as I tried to apologize, but luckily her face softened and a gold ring appeared around her pupils. I apologized much more easily, “I am very sorry.”
                  “It’s okay,” she said politely. She then turned back around to continue her conversation with fellow students. I heard her say, “Yeah, that article was not compelling enough to me.”
                  I assumed she was talking about the short story a different student had written about as to why teen pregnancies are not as bad as others’ may think. I did hear her add, “Teen pregnancies should not be glorified. I don’t know it is blasted all over television as well.”
                  She makes a good point. Babies should not be having babies, I agreed.
                  I slowed to a fast pace as I fumbled in my pockets to find my car keys. I approached my car and quickly opened the driver side door. I placed my books beside me and put the key in the ignition. I turned the key and didn’t hear anything.
                  I paused, and then I tried it again. Still nothing, I had thought to myself. The rain began to fall heavy once again so I closed my door abruptly. I placed my hands on the leather bound steering wheel and banged my head on the steering wheel. I yelled aloud, “Ouch!” it had hurt more than I thought it would have. I rubbed my forehead to ease the pain, and then I looked over at my books and picked up cell phone that had lay next to them.
                  “I didn’t mean to leave my head lights on. Dad, please help me. I don’t want to get help from Carolyn,” I said to myself, hoping my dad would hear, while wiping away a tear.
                  I began to dial Carolyn’s number, and then I noticed a white pick-up truck had parked a few inches in front me. Its silver bumper about touched mine. The truck made my car look like a toy for a five-year-old. I waited patiently to see who it was in that beast.
                  Not even a minute passed before I seen it was Olivia’s truck. She hopped out holding jumper cables. She stood in front of my car and signaled with her hand to pop my hood. I did and got out of my car to lift it. “Thank you,” I told her shyly. She looked at me with a smile, and said, “You’re welcome.”
                  She connected our vehicles’ batteries together with the cords and looked at me, “Just let it set for a minute. Your car should start right up after that.”
                  I smiled and asked, “Why do you want to help me?” She looked at me and sighed with a whimsical tone, “It just feels right.”
                  “Well thank-you, again.”
                  She laughed, and said, “This rain is crazy, right?”
                  I looked up at the sky and nodded my head. I felt the cold landings of each drop on my face. “It is different,” I agreed.
                  “Try starting your car again.”
                  I hopped in the car and turned the key for the last time. The blast of heat and the roar of the engine awakened my sour mood. I asked Olivia, “What can I do to show you my gratefulness?”
                  She hummed with a sigh and answered, with a giggle, “I could eat. Let’s go to your