Chapter 3
The bell rang and we were all let out of our fourth block class, which meant time to get on the busses. Making my way out the side door of the building I stopped short and looked at all the rain pouring down what must have been the buckets. Lighting flashed across the sky and not a second later thunder boomed so loudly it probably made the neighboring houses shutters shake.
I held on tight to my lunchbox, and like most other people, started jogging down to my bus. I wasn’t even halfway there when my hair was soaked as well were my clothes being almost soaked through.
After almost sliding off my feet in the mud I finally got to the bus. Getting on I could see that most of the people were already on the bus and all equally as drenched.
I walked to the back, put my backpack on the floor, and sat in my usual seat. It wasn’t even a minute or two later that I saw Michael get on the bus, his short brown hair wet from the rain as well.
He plopped into the seat next to me and put his black backpack next to mine under the seat. All of a sudden he leaned a bit forward and shook his hair in my direction, causing water droplets to splatter in my face.
Without missing a beat I grabbed a handful of my hair, squeezed the water into my palm, and flung it at his face which caused him to flinch. With a smug “hah” I said, “Not so funny now is it?”
With an innocent look on his face he help up his hands, “What, this?” He then shook his hair yet again, only less droplets flung off.
I hit him with my sleeve, “You aren’t a wet dog.”
He shrugged, “Maybe I am.”
I shot back, “Well you definitely look like it!”
Squinting his eyes he went, “Ohhh that was tough. But what are you going to do about, this?” He proceeded to poke me in the side, causing me to flinch and squeal. He did it again, then again, until I was trying to grab his hands so he couldn’t do it anymore. Seeming that it was failing, I poked him in the side as he did me.
His brown eyes got wide, “Why would you do that? That’s abusive!”
I sniffed, “You did it to me first!”
He folded his hands, “You have no proof of that!”
I poked him again, “Sure I do. It’s because I said so.”
He opened his mouth, only to be interrupted by a loud clash of thunder that blocked out all the noise on the bus.
Michael peered out the window, “It’s supposed to storm like this all week, isn’t it?”
I nodded, “But they say it may go on like this for even longer than that. It may go all season.”
He sighed, “Really? Everyone’s going to end up underwater if it does. But hey, indoor swimming pools.”
I rolled my eyes, “Har har har, very funny. Some of us only have one floor to our home.”
He thought for a moment, “Then you can definitely get your exercise by swimming all the time.”
I was just about to respond when the bust pulled into his neighborhood.
He picked up his backpack, buckled the single strap, and flung it over his shoulder. He ruffled my hair with his hand, “Bye. See you tomorrow.”
