Catcher in the Rye meets The Silver Linings Playbook in this coming of age tale.
Life is complicated for nineteen-year-old Miles Henderson. He was supposed to go to community college, graduate, and leave his crime polluted community for good.
But...
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The rain has transformed New York into a murky swamp.
Breaking away from our moment, Selina clutches my hand once more and zipped across the dark gray sidewalk scrambling for shelter.
Selina laughed as the rain moistened her extended dreadlocks.
Fluid streaks of water absorbed our clothes and yet they slithered across our boots like snakes.
"Come on! We have to go!" Selina shouted through the ferocious torrent.
Her hand joined mine as we scrambled for sanctuary.
Our feet galloped across the gray pavement when Selina shakes her head back and forth, getting water all over my clothes.
"Are you serious right now?" I joked.
"Oh, I think I am," she taunted, shaking her hair once more.
"Really?"
Competitive, I collected the rainwater with my hands then playfully threw it on Selina's halter top.
"Hey!" she cried in alarm.
Selina looks down to see the water leaving behind small imprints on her shirt sleeve.
I flash her a satisfied look. "What?"
"You can't throw water at my shirt!" Selina scowled.
"Okay then," I playfully retort. "Apologize."
Selina crossed her arms like a stubborn child.
"Make me, Miles," she taunted.
She searches the alley for something to use when she spots a nearby trash lid full of water.
I frown in confusion. "Hey, what are you—"
Selina laughs mercilessly as she dumps the cold, pale liquid over my head.
Trails of water slide behind my ears and face, leaving behind the stench of rotting metal.
"There." she beamed triumphantly. "Happy?"
In retaliation, I remove my jacket and shook the water over her head. The water droplets fondled her brown cheeks but Selina sprints away from me.
We were laughing like schoolchildren; the aggressive rain slapped the pavement, but the streets never utter a word.
Our fleeting breaths intertwined with the howling wind and icy rain. But as soon as I caught up to Selina, I slowed down for a moment, catching my breath.
"You okay?" Selina asked.
She observes me trudging across the arduous concrete floor, panting like a cotton-mouthed dog.
God, I should have never skipped P.E.
"Well, that rules out high school jock," Selina smirked, breathing in tune to the drizzling rain.
