AllieChapter 4
It was raining. Again. For three days, it hadn't stopped raining. Neil said it was Maine's wettest August ever. At first, Allie was thrilled. Bad weather meant no forced trips to the beach, and no awkward encounters with the perverted old man next door. She had all the time she could want to lay in bed and avoid the world. Long quiet days, though, meant way too much time to think. Her summer had gotten progressively more humiliating, and she really didn't need endless time to...