This story is basically about a girl named Annabella Liverich who is moving from Dublin, Ireland to San Francisco, California. She is very religious, and when a the priest at her church says that 'the day of Judgment is upon us', she believes it. But things aren't always as they seem...
"Annabella, do you have everything packed? We're leaving soon!" my Mom asked me from the doorway of my bedroom while I was strolling around my room one last time before leaving it forever.
The walls looked to white and barren without drawings and poster all over it, like how it was only yesterday. It was so painful to take it all down. I tried to preserve as much of it as I could.
"Yeah," I said solemnly in my thick Irish accent that I shared with my family.
Just then I heard the doorbell ring followed by the words, "Come on it, Shane!" from my Dad downstairs.
Shane. I almost couldn't believe I had to leave him. Loud footsteps scrambled up the hardwood staircase.
"Annabella!" Shane ran into my bedroom and hugged me, "I can't believe you're leaving."
"I wish I didn't have to," I said, tears welling up in my eyes, "I'm going to miss you so much!" I cried into his shoulder.
"Don't be sad. I'll come visit, and I'll call ever day. I promise," Shane said.
"It won't be the same," I snivelled.
"Listen, I have one more surprise that I have for you before you leave," he smiled, "Guess what it is."
"Don't make me guess. You know I suck at guessing!" I complained.
"Well, it's something you've been wanting for a very long time," he said, "Since we were little, actually."
"Shane, we all know you can't make it stop raining," I said, referring to the constant rain we have all around the UK.
"I got you a turtle!" he exclaimed, "His names Leonardo, just like you always wanted."
"Really!? Where is it?" I asked.
"Downstairs. Come on, I'll show you," Shane took my hand and lead my down the stairs. When we got to the bottom, we covered my eyes while leading me into the kitchen.
"We got him his own plane ticket," Dad said, handing Leonardo to me as Shane uncovered my eyes. My whole family was standing around the kitchen table.
"You're the best, Shane," I said, giving him a hug.
"Yeah, I know," he joked.
"Come on, we gotta get to the airport," Mom said," Bye, Shane."
"Bye Mr. and Mrs. Liverich. Bye Sinead. Bye Patrick. Bye Dillion. Bye William," he waved his last goodbyes to my family, and then helped me pack my things into the car in the pouring rain while my family was still taking forever to get outside.
"I love you, Annabella," Shane told me, holding both my hands.
"I love you too," I replied.
Shane kissed me for the first time that day. To this day, I remember the warm feeling of his lips on mine, and neither of us caring how hard it was raining that day. Who knew our first kiss would be our last?
When he pulled away, I sobbed into his shoulder until my family came out and shepherded me against my will into the back seat of the mini van, where I waved to Shane until he faded into the gray scenery, not to be seen by me for the longest time...
to be continued