Hey! I have no idea where this came from. I was just watching Shrek 2 and it came to me, I swear! I have the movie for proof. Anyways, So yeah…Just trying it out.
Clare-12
Eli-13


The rain hit the concert hard, sending little raindrops in different directions. The thunder echoed throughout the quiet town, slightly shaking cars and houses nearby; the lightning lighting up the night with rays of electricity. With the tremendously cold weather in Toronto, it would be mad for anyone to go out for a stroll or to even step out of the comfort of their home.
Down a dark alley sat a shacking boy, his hair completely soaked and his lips turning a slight color of blue. His soaked clothes added more weight to his body, weakening him even more. He laid his body against the brick wall, bringing his legs close to his chest. There was absolutely no warmth, nothing to keep him from dying of coldness but he didn't care. No, not anymore. He let the coldness eat him away slowly; engulfing the pain in which would be the last thing he would ever feel.
Blood trickled down his forehead and mixed with the rain. He took in a deep breath, and threw his head back, making it hit hard against the wall. It wasn't easy to tell but tears trailed down his cheeks. His grip around his legs tightened, smashing them harder into his chest.

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Her numb legs continued to run and run, not giving in into the coldness. She wasn't going to let it stop her, she needed to get home or there would be consequences. Her curls stuck to her face, blocking her vision from time to time. Her shoes made a squishy noise as she ran and her clothes clung to her body, making her shiver even more. She couldn't handle her parents fighting any longer; she couldn't handle the constant screaming and arguments so she decided to leave for a while. The park was the first place that popped in her mind and with that, she set her destination. She crawled out of her window and spent most of her day at the park, playing with some of the children and exploring every little detail of her only escape.
As she turned a corner, her pace slowed down for an odd reason. She picked her pace back up but stopped in her track when she saw someone down in a dark alley.

'Not everyone is a nice person, Clare. So you need to stay away from strangers if you're on your own, just make a run for it and don't look back.'

Her mother's voice rang in her ears; her brain told her to run, to get back inside her home and crawl into her bed but something kept her legs from moving. With the rain blocking her vision, it was hard to tell if it was actually a person. It was a small person that was for a fact. Clare squinted her eyes at the mysterious person, thinking what on earth s/he was doing out in the horrible weather. Without a second thought, she pushed her body towards the person. As she neared, the image cleared up more. It was a boy, his eyes were closed and he had a cut lip, with a trail of red liquid running down his forehead. He looked around her age. She bent down to his level and poked him. When no movement was made she shoved him lightly.
"Hey…Wake up."
Still, there was no movement and this sent Clare's heart racing in a panic state. She shoved him harder, this time making his body come in contact with the floor. She gasped and struggled to sit him back up without causing any damage.
"Hey! Wake up!" Clare said louder. She learned in health to always check if a conscious person had a pulse and she did just that. She pressed two fingers against his wrist and applied pressure. The warmth of the blood ran under her fingers and a slight thumping could be felt. She let out a sigh of relief but to make sure, she pressed her ear against his chest, quivering at the cold water. Sure enough, his heart beat could be heard but it was faint. Clare bit her lip and pondered on how she would carry this boy, she most definitely could not leave him in the cold so she had to do something. With already numb legs and arms, she wrapped an arm around his waist and with all her strength; she brought him up to his feet. He was definitely taller than her because his head rested on top of hers and his body leaned against hers, making Clare stumble from side to side to regain he balance.
Just as she walked out of the alley, a car came speeding by, making a formed puddle splash all over the two kids.
"Jerk." Clare muttered under her breath, a white swirl of air escaping her lips. She continued to walk around the deserted city, in desperate hope to find her house in time.
After what seemed like hours, Clare walked up her familiar drive way, her legs almost giving in. She was surprised to make it all the way from the park to her home while carrying extra weight from a boy she didn't even know. Her father's car was gone and she could see her mother through the window in the living room, watching TV while drinking a glass of alcohol. Clare frowned at the sight but she removed her eyes away from the window. The front door was out of the question already and the back door most certainly won't work. Her window was still slight open but it would be difficult to climb up the ladder with an unconscious person.
Yet there was no other way, so she went along with the plan. She turned the boy around and threw him over her shoulder. She stumbled backwards, falling into the side of the house. Knowing her mother, she would have gone out to see what the noise was but at that instant, thunder struck and Clare knew that blocked out the noise. She took another attempt and threw the boy over her shoulder, this time only having her legs shake from the weight. One hand held onto the boy's back as the other gripped onto the bar and pushed her legs up the steps, slowly.
The journey up the ladder was long and agonizing but had managed to make it onto the roof and through her window. Her body had finally had enough and fell to the ground. The carpet was warm; it brought a pleasure to Clare. As if running in a marathon, she gasped for air and shivered uncontrollably. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the boy, his body lying lifelessly on the floor next to her. She pushed herself up on her knees and grabbed a hold under his arms, leaning him against her bed. With the little strength she had, she got crawled to her closet and took out a towel. She wrapped it around the boy and tip-toed into her parent's room, taking out an old shirt and pj pants from her dad.
Before stepping out, it struck her. His underwear. Her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed madly. She most definitely didn't want to do anything with that but he would get sick if left in something wet. She pulled on her wet hair, groaning. Pulling out a pair of boxers from the drawer, she descended from their room and into hers.
Clare took a deep breath before taking off his shirt, exposing his bare chest. She looked away, her face turning redder every second. She proceeded by drying him with the towel and putting the dry shirt on him. Then came the part she was not looking forward to. Clare pulled down his black skinny jeans and closed her eyes tightly as her finger touched the fabric of his boxers. Without opening her eyes, she had managed to pull the wet ones off and the dry ones on. Lastly, putting on a pair of pjs. She pulled him up onto her bed, wrapped him from head to toe in a blanket, and under the bed spread.
Clare longed for the feeling of hot water hitting her skin. She grabbed a towel, her pajamas, and walked out into the hallway, closing the door behind her.
"Mom?" She called out to her mother but got no response. "I'm…going to take a shower." Still no response. Tears threatened to spill from her eyelids but she pushed them back. She turned on the shower and was greeted with the steaming heat she had been waiting for all day.

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By the time Clare was done showering, the house was completely dark, not a single noise made and not a single sight of light. She tip-toed into her room and closed the door behind her, glancing at the boy in her bed. Once again, she placed two fingers on his wrist, feeling the warm circulation of blood again. A smile tugged at her lips. She certainly wasn't going to sleep in her bed, considering a boy was sleeping in it so she placed a blanket on the floor and wrapped herself in it. The only light in her room came from the window, where the moon hung high, exposing its beauty. The rain had stopped, which Clare thanked god for. She was never fond of thunderstorms, they scared her.
Her eyes grew heavier every passing minute, and soon enough her eyes gave in-falling into a deep sleep.

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The next morning, the boy rolled around in the bed. He expected to wake up in the afterlife or just a soul on earth but instead, he found himself in small room. Walls painted blue, white ceiling, and he wrapped up in blankets…in a bed. This was nothing close to the surroundings at his home and this worried him. He realized his once wet clothes were replaced with over-sized clothes. He scrunched his eyebrows together in confusion. He slowly sat up, immediately getting a pounding headache. A groan escaped his lips as he lay back down, wanting nothing more to go back to sleep and wake up where he should be at.
A shifting sound was heard beside the bed and the boy, with much curiosity, leaned over and spotted a girl. His eyes widened in shock and more confusion. The girl too starred at him-wide eyed- as if she had never seen him before, when in reality, she spent the night helping the boy into safety.

At the same time, they both spoke.

"Hey?"


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