Nothing Special

   As I dance in the rain, I feel little bombs of water hit my face and trickle down. My heart beats steadily at the same rhythm of the thunder. Occasionally, people roll down their windows and tell me that I'm crazy, but I don't listen.

   I continue dancing in the rain.

   I do this because I don't care. I do this because I'm nothing special and never will be.

   My dark black hair is full of split ends, my legs covered in bruises, and I never wear the latest clothes or any makeup. My eyesight isn't very good, so I have to wear glasses, and most of the time I get teased for it. But do I get discouraged? No. People say I'm too thin, but do I start to take their suggestions? No. My personality isn't considered normal where I am, and neither am I. But do I try to change? No.

   And do I stop dancing? No.

   When I truly believe that something is right or that it is fun to do, I do it. If I want to climb a tree and fill birds' nests with extra straw for extra warmth, I do it. If I want to rake up all of the leaves in the whole neighborhood without getting paid and then make a large leaf pile for everybody to jump into, I do it. And If I want to dance in the rain with no shoes or a raincoat on, I do it.

   As I dance in the rain, I hear honking behind me, and a large truck splashes in the large puddle right beside me. All of the dirty water gets all over me, and I gasp. I hear someone cackling from inside the truck, and I finally break down. I collapse onto the pavement and let all of my tears out.I hear splashing behind me, so I sniff and turn around.

   Beside me is a boy with crazy yellow hair, a plaid sweatshirt, and dark pants.

   He is holding a towel out to me.

   I hesitate to take it, but when the boy ushers the towel towards me, I give in and take it. Then I smile.

   Together, we dance in the rain all night long. Together, we get soaked. Together, we get covered in dirty water. Together, we get laughed and yelled at by passing drivers.

   But do we care? No. We don't care because we are nothing special, and at the same time, we are. We don't have special clothes or special hair or special skin. But we have special hearts that can withstand any harm that comes upon us.

   When dawn breaks, the the rain stops, and the boy and I stop. We smile at each other when we realize it is morning, and together, we walk away from all of our troubles.