(ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔩𝔟𝔩 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞 𝔡𝔪 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔟𝔥)
She loved rain. Everything about the small droplets she admired. The whispering hum as sheets of precipitation plummeted to the water-forsaken ground, the often unanticipated flashes of lightning or the rolls of ominous thunder. She loved it all. Those facts were what truly created, in her opinion, a perfect rainy atmosphere. Scarlett Emmeline Taylors. A year ago at the mere age of 18 Scarlett packed what she could in an old leather suitcase, grabbed her keyboard and left her old life behind. It was pouring rain, the sky clouded with Smokey clouds that were crying these clear droplets filled of silent sorrow. She smiled up at the sky as the droplets hit her bare skin. She always had a deep appreciation for storms. She found beauty in everything that typically brought sorrow to those hearts around the world. Her ashy brown hair bouncing against her back as she ran to her car. She threw her suitcase into the back of her 2015 white BMW. She spent two summers working part time jobs to raise enough money to buy herself her dream car. Sure it wasn’t special to everyone else and it may not be a Tesla but it was hers. She took one last glance as she exited the town that caused her the most pain. Wiping her eyes, she flipped off that come back sign as she continued down the road to her new life. Her clean start. Nobody would know her name or her story. California was the dream state and she had her eyes locked on becoming big. Showing everyone who doubted her that she could rise and be whoever she wanted to be. A year later, 19 year old Scarlett is a multi-platinum recording artist with a small circle of amazing people. She had people who believed in her, who knew she had a beautiful soul. Today she smiles brighter and laughs a little harder than before. For once she felt free and she felt herself genuinely undeniably happy. Her story may not have had such a happy beginning but that doesn’t mean it made her who she is. It is the rest of the story, who she chooses to become.