His umbrella was useless against the strong winds.
The rain seemed determined to make him wet.
It was pouring out cats and dogs, hitting the ground like bullets and bouncing back up as if they were made to do so. They were trying to be something they aren't, Kwesni thought. Now who did that remind him of?
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Cool Kids
Teen Fiction❝I wish that I could be like the cool kids, 'cause all the cool kids, they seem to fit in.❞ Kwensi's new to the country, so he needs to be accepted by a large community of his schoolmates, or so he thinks. ❝She sees them walking in a straight li...
