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Walking along the metal railing in the pouring rain I thought I might die. My pink shirt almost see through, as I hugged myself shivering, and makeup running, staining my white corduroys. I had thought of going back to Stan's house but decided not to. I was walking across the same bridge I had gotten used to over the years.

The rain patted against the sidewalk making it easier to slip on. I've caught myself many times before falling, but I still had my doubts. A few cars had stopped and offered me a ride, but I politely declined them and kept walking. I was determined to prove I could be as strong as they are. To be honest I was starting to doubt myself by now.

I watched the fish swimming around in the water, as I moved closer and closer to the edge. I didn't notice how close to the side I really was. The railing wasn't very high either. I took one step more and slipped in a puddle, my screech was heard by a few other people as my hand grasped the cold, wet metal bar above me.

"HELP!" I yelled as loud as I could but no one heard me over the loud rain. I quickly grasped the bar, dangling over the fast, rushing water. I felt helpless.

I heard the squealing sound of brakes slamming to a stop. "Miss, what are you doing out so late without and a-dult?" Officer Barbrady was nice, but he could be mean if he wanted too, "If you don't call your parents you're in big trouble young lady." He said as he helped me back onto the pavement. He walked me over to his squad car and drove me to the station.

I was sitting on a waiting chair covered with a blanket holding a warm cup of coffee. I watched a few cops walk by and shivered. I should just call Stan. I thought to myself sipping at the coffee. He'd know what to do. Plus if I call my mom I'll be in so much trouble. I set the cup down on the table and stood up. I walked calmly over to the help desk to use the phone.

A slender, blonde woman was at the desk on the phone. It sounded like a personal call. She tapped her painted, red nails against the desk, and smacked her gum against her teeth. She licked her red lips. She shifted her eyes to me and smiled a little. "Hold on one sec okay baby," she covered the phone with her hand.

"What do ya' need sweet heart," she had a thick, southern accent, almost as thick as her makeup. She had dark, blue eye shadow, bright red lipstick, and a ton of mascara. She looked like Peggy, from "Married with Children."

I blinked slightly before realizing she had asked a question. I smiled, and politely asked, "well, Miss, I was hoping to use the phone to call someone to come and pick me up."

She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes before putting the phone back up to her ear. "Hey.. Sorry shoog, I'll have to call ya back," she said before hesitantly pressing down on the hang up button. She handed me the phone and smiled before turning the dials toward me.

"Thanks," I said before pressing in Stan's cell phone number. I twirled the phone cord as I bit my lip. I stared down as the phone rang. Another ring went by before he answered the phone.

"Oh Jesus…. What did Cartman do to Kyle this time," he asked, his tone slightly annoyed.

"Cartman? What? No this is Jess. I need a ride home…" I asked with an un-sure tone.

The conversation went quiet. I heard a bit of shuffling, and a bit of heavy breathing, like he was running or something. "On my way," he said quickly before hanging up.

I set the phone back on the hook and walked away.