Chapter One

I stood outside as the rain poured down all around me, covering me from head to toe. I stood there, gripping my light sweater to my chest as I waited for the next bus. The streets were empty besides a random vehicle or two driving by. The lampposts lit up the street with an odd flicker every now and again. I checked my phone for the time, only fifteen more minutes until the bus were to show up. I looked down the street to see if it might come early but instead, I noticed two vehicles approaching quite quickly. Their cars drifting on the watered down roads, I observed for caution as one of them started to slow down. The other car sped passed me, splashing muddy water onto my clothes, I jumped back to try and dodge it but I failed. The other vehicle slowed to a stop in front of the bus stop I was at as I tried to brush myself off, I looked up at the vehicle. Their window rolled down and I noticed it was a girl I met from school.

 

“Hey, hop in.” She said as she leaned on the passenger seat to see me better. “You’re gonna get sick if you stay out there.” She smiled, her glasses framed her eyes, her hair in a messy bun.

 

“My bus should be here soon.” I said in a low tone.

 

“Yeah, well. The bus is slow and I could get you to wherever you’re going that much quicker.” She opened her door, my anxiety kicked in and I felt like I couldn’t refuse. I got into her ’67 Dodge Charger. Before I put my seatbelt on, she sped off, the back tires slid as water splashed upward. I put my seatbelt on as quick as I possibly could then I sat awkwardly with my hands squished between my thighs. I looked out of the window for a moment and saw a homeless man sleeping on a bench at a bus stop, it made me feel sad but at the same time I was glad the seats were covered from the rain in a little bus shelter.

 

“I was going to go to my friend’s house, um… She lives on 193 Applebee Cres.” I mentioned, looking at her hair. Her leather jacket and blue jeans went well together, a nice white V-neck t-shirt underneath. She fixed her glasses then scratched the side of her neck, over a tattoo of a butterfly.

 

“Sweet, that’s actually right by where I live. Is it alright if we just stop at my place first?” She looked over at me, my anxiety struck again, I just wanted to go to my friends but I would’ve felt rude if I refused.