I hate trying to get a job it's horrible all of the questions and if thats not bad enough if you don't get the job you have to go through all that hard work all over again, searching and searching finally getting a glimmer of hope only to have it crash around you.
But enough ranting, really, enough.
Here since I've really got nothing else to do I'll put something on for you.
The rain poured down un-noticed a slight girl stood in the middle of the street, opposite a tall house fulled with raging flames. Rain was pouring down yet the house burned on. A boy watched the girl water pouring from her. Dripping down her face, for a minute he'd thought he saw a tear escape then the rain began and he thought to himself, just the rain, after Cat doesn't cry. Not for anything.
Life, Cat had found, was rarely fair; as she stood watching the house slowly burn she sighed, she had been on her way to warn the occupants that He was on to them, she'd been going to tell them to run. To help them get out. Now they were gone, and she was filled with guilt. More so than usual.
Behind her she heard Lonny shift anxiously. Before she could turn and tell him not to worry, another portion of the house caved in and the firemen gave a great shout. She turned away unable to watch any more. For a moment her eyes met Lonny's but befoe he could read the guilt in her gaze she looked away. "Let's go. We have work to do."
"Cat?"
"Just leave it alone Lonny, leave it alone."
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