Pouring outside ((Mack))

[Monica Henshaw S5]

Monica walked into the café again the twelfth time this week, soaked from the hard pouring rain outside. She couldn’t resist the pain and anger that was building inside of her. She walked up to the cashier and ordered the same as usual, a cup of black coffee and a donut. This time she made to her seat expecting a girl in her house, in the same year to arrive. To be exact her name was Mackenzie Holden. She took a sip of her coffee, with her free hand gripping the book tight that her mom gave her. ‘Why’ she thought. ‘Why me?’ All that Monica knew right now was Mack was going threw a similar problem, that’s why she contacted her last night asking her to meet her here. Monica looked up at the café’s clock. It was 11 in the mourning. She sighed at this, and then took another sip of her coffee. Monica held onto put the leather book that she was gripping very hard making her knuckles very white with her free hand and the other for the cup. She settled the book gently on the table making sure she didn’t break it since it was in bad condition.

She was to afraid to open it once again to what the news she found last time from reading the front page. She didn’t want to continue reading it but had a sudden urge to anyways. She looked up towards the door seeing no sudden movement of it but she heard the pitter patter of rain on the rooftop of the café. Then a sudden thunder rumbled in the early mourning sky. Monica loved thunder and lightning storms, since it always represented her feelings in the inside. She looked threw the café’s window without getting up from her seat. She couldn’t see anybody out side.

[Mackenzie Holden]

((First let me point out, that not only would Mack not let her problems be aware to the whole wizarding world- she wouldn't accept a meeting with someone she didn't exactly know that well. Second let me add, that your post was rather difficult for me to read and that I suggest you use spellcheck so it's much easier. Third, it is god-moding to say Mack is late. ))

It was raining. Bloody hell, was it raining. Raining so much in fact that the streets were nearly flooded. Mack's washed out jeans were soaked and her red hair was in waves because it was wet. Her black eyeliner would be running by now, if Dixie hadn't magically made it waterproof- in fact all of her make up was water proof. Mack's blue eyes were accented with the black t-shirt with swirly glittery lettering on it that said, "Insanity is only a word." She wore black chuck taylors and lots of bracelets on her arms. Her neck was littered with pearls, and she wore a black leather jacket.

Why had she agreed to meeting this, Monica Henshaw person? Why had she decided to listen to the girl speak to her about something that probably was none of her business? Was it because she had nothing better to do? Probably. Mack sighed as she walked into the meeting place, and ran her fingers through her hair. She looked around the place and spotted Monica instantly. Mack crossed her arms and headed over to her table, "Well, well, well....look what the cat dragged in." She said with a smirk as she sat down across from the girl. They had spent four years together in the same house, and not once had Mack had an actual conversation with the girl. Why had she contacted Mack, she wasn't sure. But Mack could really care less.

"Look, unless there is an actual reason as to why you invited me here...I must be on my way. I haven't got all day to chat." Mack said as she looked over the menu.

[Monica Henshaw S5]

((short... ))
Monica watched as Mack, walked in making an approach to her, then looking at the menu. Monica was very nervous since she didn’t know how to put it in words and then said. “Mack, if this sounds stupid just forgive me and all but it’s my parents.” Monica had to look away. She was to embarrassed to show her tears; she wiped them off and looked back.

“The other night they were having a fight. My father was throwing everything he grabbed in his hand at her. I tried to stop him but when I did he pushed me away. So I went to my mom. When everything was quite again, I went to go look for my parents and asked to what happened. I look threw every room in the house; the last room I looked in was my parents. All of there belongings were gone. They left with out me, but luckily my mother left me a note. She said that her old diary would explain it all. I’ve read the first page, and I’m shocked to what I found.”

Monica was then staring at the leather book on the table, being too afraid to opening it once more. Wondering how Mack would appeal to this. Monica hoped that Mack wouldn’t leave but she knew that she probably would.

[Mackenzie Holden]

Mack listened semi-intently as Monica explained. She had to give it to the girl, this was something to talk with Mack about- considering what Mack had gone through having been a similar problem. But still, Mack wasn't sure of how much help she truly could be. None-the-less she listened, and nodded now and then to show that she was listening. Monica seemed to be very distraught about her problem, and Mack couldn't help but feel a little bit...angry...toward the girl.

"Look," Mack said after Monica had finished. She closed her eyes, moistened her lips, and continued; "I don't know how much of a help I can be. If your parents are having problems- that's not your problem. If they left you...use that to your advantage. Don't cry because you were left an empty house with no parents. Your in your fourth year at Hogwarts, I'm positive you could make it on your own. If not, then you have someone to stay with. Just because your parents left, doesn't mean your world has stopped."

The book sat across from her, and Mack was eager to pick it up and read it- but didn't. She sighed and leaned back in her seat, thinking over her next words. They came soon enough; "If what you read in your mother's diary so far...is that shocking. Maybe it's best to not read it right at this precise moment in time. Wait. Gather yourself. Then read it. Hopefully by then, your parents will have returned. Other than that, I don't think I can help you."

[Monica Henshaw S5]

Monica listened to the words coming out of Mack's mouth. She knew that she was right. Monica decided to listen to the advice since it was quit helpful. But at the same time she wanted to have a comforting person to cry on the shoulder. She wasn’t trying to be baby, but she just really needed it. She had been having a rough time and couldn't take the things she found out. Monica seriously had been having several nervous breakdowns over the past week finding more and more destroying events.

And just felt like her life was hell and she shouldn't live anymore. She knew Mack was right. Monica couldn’t believe how stupid she was acting all this time. She then said. “You’re right Mack. I know I’m, not ready it’s just I didn’t know what to do, since in situations like this I can’t think straight.” She said with a long sad face. She looked at Mack wondering what she was going to say and what she’d do. While Monica tried to control her emotions from getting out of control.