Weather Girl (gxg)

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I remembered seeing her, for the first time ever, when I was walking my dog through the neighborhood. She stood outside Mrs. Growers house, in clothing that I wouldn't see any of the girls wear at school. Her clothes were bright, almost as bright as the sun outside. But that wasn't the only thing that I saw about her that caught my attention. It was her smile. That smile that stretched across her face, trying to touch her ears at the same time.

It was beautiful, lovely, and bright. It was almost like she was a human sized sun that shined brightly because of her clothes and smile.

I hadn't noticed that I was still staring because she whipped her head around, the smile of her's had vanished. We made eye contact for only a second before I faced forward and quickly walked off, dragging Wes behind me. I could hear him whimper, as he tried to tug on the leash, wanting to take the lead again. But I wouldn't let him, nor did I care. I just wanted to get away from the house as quickly as possible.

That wasn't even the last time that I saw her. It was three days later at the grocery store, when I went with my mom and younger sister. The two were talking about what we needed to buy to last us for a couple of days. I trailed behind the two, not caring to join in their conversation. I only decided to tag along because I was bored and didn't want to sit inside of the house all day. It was raining cats and dogs from the moment the sun rose and maybe 'till the time it would set. Because I decided to tag along at the last minute, I was put on umbrella duty. Meaning I had to carry two very heavy and wet umbrellas the entire time and made sure that I wouldn't hit anyone with them.

Every once in and a while, my mom would tell me to pick up the pace or else they'll leave me behind. I honestly didn't care if they did or not. If they did leave me behind, I would wonder elsewhere until she called my phone. Maybe to where the boxes of sweets were or to the front to sit down and wait for the two to leave. My sister grumbled and said something to our mother, probably about how slow I was going and that they should leave me behind. "Don't worry about me," I said to the two. "Just go ahead and finish shopping. If I'm not in the front of the store, just call my phone and I'll meet up with you guys." From that simple answer, my sister beamed as she tried to push the cart forward, but our mother wouldn't let her. Concern crossed her face and she asked if I'll be fine. I told her yes and watched as she tried to catch up with my sister.

I stopped and sighed, before going back down the aisle we had walked down. At that time, I had planned on going to look at all of the sweets that they had and maybe try to get my mom to buy them. The two umbrellas dragged behind me, leaving behind a couple drops of water. As I made a left into another aisle, I quickly stopped and held my breath at who I just saw.

There she was again, the girl from before. She stood next to a cart, leaning up against it, with her face buried into her arms as she waited for the older woman to pick out what she was going to buy. I was still surprise that I knew it was her, she wasn't wearing bright clothing like the last time I had saw her. But more of dark clothing that made me believe that she was trying to blend in with the outdoors. But also at the same time she was still wearing clothes that a lot of girls from school wouldn't wear, making her pop out even more. 

Not wanting to seem like a freak, I breathed out and slowly walked towards the two. The older woman didn't even care to glance my way, she was still preoccupied with the two cans of peas in her hands. Her eyes flickered between the two, debating on which one she should get. Squeaking out an "excuse me", I slipped past the older woman and the cart. The older woman pushed herself up near the shelves of food, allowing me to pass by, but the girl didn't even care to move the cart. Seeing this, the older woman whipped her head around and when I was out of the way, hit the girl on the head. I heard her yelped and I turned my head around to see what was happening. Her head was now raised and the older woman was speaking to her in a harsh whisper as she gestured in my direction. The girl didn't look at me right away when I was gestured towards, but finally did so.

She looked tired and drained. As if she lost all of her energy that she had three days ago. Her brown eyes that looked as if they sparkled looked dull and dark, lifeless almost. And that smile, that smile that had caught my attention the very first time was no longer there. Her lips instead were in a thin line with her eyebrows raised. She opened her mouth, ready to say something, but I shuffled away before I could hear her.

And you would think that I wouldn't really see her again, but I did. The day after, I was told to take Wes on a walk. I had to yank on his leash so that he wouldn't walk into any mud and that he was getting dirty. The sun shined down on us as if it was trying to dry up the Earth after it had rained. It was humid and hot, and I wanted to leave pronto. But Wes didn't want to leave. It seemed like he didn't care about how hot it was and just wanted to stay out and play the entire time. I was continuously finding myself tugging on his leash, trying to get him to move, but he would always pull back by using his teeth to hold onto the leash.

For a small dog the thing was pretty strong.

We were about to pass by Mrs. Growers house where I had saw the girl before. Unlike the first time that I saw her, she wasn't standing outside with anyone, actually, no one was outside. Probably avoiding the heat like how I wanted to but sadly, a certain animal wanted to--

I stopped as the front door was swung open and loud music began to pour out of the house. Along with it came several voices that began to sing along with the music until it switched into a rapping which then one voice did so. Whoever was rapping matched up nicely with the song, even though they were a little loud and seemed a bit too "hype" (am I using that correctly?). Then suddenly, She was standing in front of the screen door and it was Her that was rapping.

I stood there, watching her as she had her back turned towards me. She was waving a single hand in the air and whenever she would turn around at a certain angle, I could see that she was holding her other hand as if she had a mic. She looked as if she was having fun and I could tell that whoever she was performing with or for was enjoying her performance, because I know that I was. It wasn't until that she turned around completely for me that she made eye contact with me. Her rapping had stopped completely and I could hear the male rapper that continued on with the song.

We held eye contact for what felt like minutes, hours, maybe even days, but it was truly only for ten seconds before she flashed that smile of hers. Oh god, I thought to myself once I saw it. Just like the first time that I saw her, it was bright and beautiful just like the sun and I swore that I was turning red from seeing it. Oh god, I was turning red! Turning away, I wrapped the leash around my hand and tugged Wes forward, quickly walking away from the property as I covered my face.

It wasn't until we were five blocks away and that I could barely hear the music from the house that I let go of the grip around Wes's leash, which he repaid me with pulling on the leash and taking the lead himself. But I didn't care, my mind was still on Her. With the way she was performing, her bright smile, her clothes, and gosh even the time that I saw her at the store. All of it was rushing back and hitting me like a train hitting a person's car (okay, I admit, that was a bad correlation that I made, but I couldn't think of anything else). Letting the small dog lead me, I just sighed to myself as I removed my other hand from my face. I tried to think about other things, like my Chemistry homework that I should probably work on or my math homework that was waiting for me at home; anything that would help me get Her off my mind.

But let's be honest here, we all know that that would be impossible.