“Hi autumn,” I said in the sweetest voice I could muster despite the circumstances. “Hi summer,” he said dejectedly. He knew what was coming for him. The annual rants, tantrums, and arguments. They usually went viral in the season committee. It even showed up on the mortal weather news, “An unexpected heat wave strikes through cool autumn weather.” That was BS, the only thing I was striking through was autumn’s peace. It’s not that I wanted to, I just didn’t want to be done for the year. “Summer,” autumn said, staring at me with his cocoa brown eyes, “it’s fall okay….” He was talking softly, and cautiously, as if he knew if he spoke up he would be putting his life at stake. “N- no what about the weather,” I complained. “They’ll be fine,” he tried. “No! As soon as the weather changes they’ll get hit with weather sickness, you know this!” “Summer, we went over this last year, I’m standing my ground this ti-“ Those were probably the last words he spoke.

BREAKING NEWS: DROUGHTS STRIKE ALL OVER WORLD. NO SIGN OF AUTUMN, HUNDREDS OF PEOPLE IN LINE FOR A BOTTLE OF WATER. 100,000 DEATHS CONFIRMED DUE TO DEHYDRATION, AND HEAT STROKE.