• It was a cold morning,the fog was barley setting on the ground, and the dew on the plants, trees, and grass dripped from the tips and soaked into the ground. the clouds were dark gray storing water in them. the news said that we would see some rainfall today. I just hope it decides to pour when i'm at school and not when im walking.

    my feet were making squishy noises on the cement sidewalks from the puddles that were left from a rainstorm the night before. soaking inside till my socks were wet. The wind began to pick up speed, seeping into my jacket, making me shiver from the sudden coldness. I took the zipper from my jacket and zipped it up all the way to the very brim of my neck. I tightened my back pack around my back, and started to walk forward.

    "Sam!" from behind Micheal was running up the sidewalk calling after me.
    "oh hey dude." I saw that he was soaked. "what in the world did you do?"
    He looked at himself. every part of his body was drenched in water. then he looked back to me.
    "I fell in a puddle" His face was turning a slight pink, he looked so cute.
    any friend would be like, lets run back home and get you changed, but not me. I was on the floor laughing up a storm.
    "ok Sam, its not that funny." the light color of pink on his face turned into a scarlet red.
    "It may not be funny for you. but hilarious to me." I was still laughing away, when Micheal walked ahead leaving me behind.
    "Hey it was only a joke dude. wait up for me" I had to sprint to catch up to him.


    First period was a drag, the teacher did nothing but lecture us the whole time. Yeah its always fun to learn about a dead guy who was assassinated over a hundred years ago.
    Then boredness started to get to me. staring out the window, my mind slip into a day dream, I saw a blue bird on the tree, picking up twigs and placing them gently on its nest.
    it was minding its own business when a group of teenagers came by chucking rocks at the bird.
    aw poor bird I thought to my self. i was still bored just watching the kids chucking rocks at the bird. it was sad to keep watching it, so i turned my attention to something else.
    down by a street, there was a group of teenagers, the "ditchers" of the school, they had a spray can in their hand, and were standing next to a new mustang. Must have been a teachers. One of the guys, dressed in all black was kneeling on the ground tagging at the car.
    usually i don't spend my time watching people like that, but i couldn't take my eyes off him. The guy with the spray can was just unbelievable gorgeous.
    A sharp pain trickled in the back of my brain, sending shock signals throughout my whole body, freezing me in my chair. The dream I had a couple days in the hospital sprang into my mind.

    That couldn't be.........
    "Its him!" I let out a little whisper