Tim sat in his new bedroom and looked out the window as he watched the rain pour. His room was very simple. It only had a bed, a TV that sat on top of the dresser, a desk with his laptop, and blue backpack with his school books sitting on it, and an empty closet. There were no posters on th wall, as he had only just arrived to this city earlier that day, and he still hadn't completely finished unpacking all his things. The boy was dressed in a simple white T-shirt and grey shorts, and was just about ready to go to bed. 

Unlike a lot of people, Tim actually enjoyed the rain. He got this from his dad, as he was a meteorologist. Sunny days were nice, but at night, a gentle rainfall was always relaxing when you were trying to get to sleep. As long as there wasn't any thunder and lightning, because that ruined the mood, and he always hated the sudden loud noise and bright flash. It was his first night in this new country, and the next morning Tim would be starting school there. He wasn't sure what to expect, he barely spoke to anyone back home, how were his parents expecting him to make any friends in a foreign country? What was his mom thinking putting him in this foreign exchange program?! At least his host family seemed like nice people... 

He had the TV turned on to the local news. Mainly because he wasn't yet familiar with what was on what channel yet. After the weather forecast predicted that it would be raining a lot over the next few days, the anchorpeople were talking about a bunch of mysterious disappearances going on in the area. At this point, Tim pulled out the remote, and shut the TV off. This was why he rarely ever watched the news. All the stories were sad, and all they did was spread fear. Who wants to go to bed afraid? Besides, he knew better not to go out this late at night. 

Since there wasn't really anything he wanted to do at that time, Tim decided to just go to bed right now. Classes did start bright and early the next day, and being late to the first day of classes would certainly leave a bad impression. He flipped off the lights, pulled out his favorite plush toy, a grey and white puppy, to cuddle with at night, and tucked himself underneath the covers of his bed. He was a little embarrassed that he still slept with a stuffed animal at his age. Kids would give him so much crap about it if they knew. But he liked having the soft toy in his arms as he slept. The boy quietly lay there awake for a few minutes before he eventually drifted off to sleep.