a wet twenty two year old

   I was wet, I was mad, and I was twenty two. when your a mad twenty two year old you just wanna be left alone. I sure did. there was a reason I wasn't waiting at a bus stop. I would just SCREAM at the driver.

that was when I met Jackie roberts. I wish I could say it was love at first sight.

as I hung up the phone I felt a zap and then I heard a crack. and my phone was broken. ugh! can this day get any worse?

lightning struck as if to answer my question. and that was when I started sobbing. first I ran into a wall. second I tripped and am pretty sure I broke my toe. third I decided I hate the world but I can't commit suicide because if I do who will look after my ten year old sister? I got a surprise phone call from my mother in jail and it's raining. I hate my life.

"miss?" says a deep voice. I am too busy sobbing to acknowledge anything going on in the real world though.

"miss," asks the same voice again.

"leave me alone." I say in a voice that is so obviously broken that it's just sad. my whole flippin' life is just sad.

"sorry ma'am. I was just going to ask if you would like a ride?" he asks, unsure of what on the world he could say to a sobbing stranger.

well, I could use a ride...

I look up at him. he is actually very handsome. he has dark brown hair and tan skin. he is around 6,6 while I am just 5,8 he is probably one of the only people that make me feel tiny. he is very muscular. and he is drenched.

I stand up and offer him my hand. he smiles a cute crooked smile and takes it. "I'm Hazel Jameson. and you are?" I ask him.

"Jackie roberts, May I ask, why are you crying," he asks me. I don't know how to respond. I have the urge to say none of you business but he has been to kind for me to say that.

"personal reasons,"I decide on and smile at him.

he looks troubled but offers me a hand. I don't take it. I don't believe in holding hands when I just meet somebody. in fact my sister is the only one who I will actually touch out of wanting.

instead I just say,"lead the way."

he smirks and drops his hand. he starts to walk with long, graceful strides. I have to jog to keep up with him. he looked like he was in a bad mood for some reason. crazy mood swing alert! this was going to be the longest ride of my life