Looks like I've not had anything to do. I finished early, by like 23 and a half hours... still. Here it is;
In the pouring rain
Lola was a young girl, at the age of thirteen. Her hair was as orange as the setting sun, her eyes as blue as the cloud-filled sky. However today the heavens were angry, turning the sky grey and the wind strong. Water was pouring from the slate-colored clouds, making passers by hide under shelters and pull their coats closer to themselves. Lola sat in her little bedroom, looking out at the raging sea, watching people run to their cars, or wait for a bus that had already been delayed by ten minutes. She smiled when the outline of a young man, about fifteen, appeared in one of the bus shelters. His honey-colored skin and dark brown locks were hardly unrecognizable, even with his bright blue sweater forcing him to stand out from the crowd. Somehow he was not like the others, as if he was not bothered by the rain at all. Lola got a sudden idea. She ran to her wardrobe, picking out the perfect coat, her cherry red umbrella coming with her too. The girl slipped into her rain boots, then sprinted through their bungalow cottage, only stopping for breath when she was outside on the stone steps. From here there was no view of busy shoppers, the sea, or an unrecognizable boy whom Lola loved. The only things she could see were a bush, grass, and ruined deck chairs which would never be sat on again after this day.
The redheaded girl could faintly hear a woman’s voice shouting her name, but did not care in the slightest. Soon she would be with Kian. After jumping onto the sunshine yellow, soaking bike, Lola was pedalling as fast as she could to the wall. When she got there, she would be with Kian. When she got there, she could finally live. Lola was close now. So close she could just reach out and touch the rising bricks. So close she could…
die.