After hours of waiting and waiting, the clock struck midnight.
I knew that my mom wouldn't be home until 6:00 A.M. , so I grabbed my house key, a hoodie and exited.
First thing I felt was ran. It wasn't raining dogs and cats. More like elephants and hippos.
I really hope that she's okay.
I ran and ran to the school bridge. It took me about 10 minutes to get there.
I was exhausted and soaking wet but I saw a light and a silhouette underneath the bridge.
I dragged myself over to bridge and cleaned my glasses. When I put them back on, I saw Oona wearing a white sundress and holding a lantern.
She was soaking wet and barefoot, and it obvious enough that she was cold.
I removed my first hoodie to reveal one dry hoodie underneath. I quickly ran over to her side and wrapped her with the dry hoodie.
"Are you crazy?" I asked. "Why'd you come here without a sweater or umbrella?"
She shrugged her shoulders and smiled.
"I love the rain," she replied.
"Your lips are blue from the cold," I said worriedly. "What were you doing here before?"
"Dancing. Dancing in the rain," she said.
She removed the hoodie and handed it to me. Then, she went out into the rain and started dancing a ballet.
It was beautiful.
Each movement that she made was gentle and graceful. Despite her soaked dress, bare feet, and wet hair, she also looked stunning in a way.
It started pouring harder, so I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back underneath the bridge.
I draped my dry hoodie on her shoulders once more and we sat down beside each other, near the lantern.
"Why did you call me here?" I asked.
She let her head rest on my shoulder and said, "Because you are different."
"How?" I asked. "I'm a nobody."
She turned to me and said, "You notice things that most people don't notice. You're quiet, in a good way. Other might not believe that. You might not believe that. But that doesn't matter, because I believe in that."
I felt myself start to blush, so I turned away from her.
It was such an intimate moment.
"Plus, you came here," she whispered.
I turned back to her and asked her, "Why here?"
She curled up into a ball and said, "It's special here, and it will change your life."
It may have sounded corny, in fact, I would've laughed right out, but it seemed like she truly meant it.
"I thought this was your first year," I said confused.
She sighed and said, "It is, but I had a great friend who would always bring me here. That is, until she disappeared."
She lifted up her head and looked at me. Her eyes were bright with tears in her eyes.
"I don't know what happened to your friend, but I'll bet she was a great person," I said.
Tears started trickling down her face as she said, "Yes. She was. She would always come here and write with me."
She seemed like a different person out of school. She had a bubbly personality at school, but seemed so lonely when she wasn't. Perhaps that could change.
I turned her head towards me and gently wiped her tears. People would say that it was a romantic gesture, but in all honesty, it was a friendly gesture.
I helped her off the ground and said, "We'll meet here every midnight."
She gave me a weak smile and whispered, "Thank you."
"We should probably go now," I said. "I don't think the rain is gonna stop any sooner."
She simply nodded and blew out the lantern.
"I'll walk you home," I said.
"Thank you," she said.
I helped her up the steep slope of rocks, but then her hand slipped from mine.
She tumbled down the slope and landed into the rocks.
I quickly slid down to her side lifted her up.
"Are you okay?" I asked worriedly.
She lifted up her head slowly and said faintly, "I think my leg is bleeding. . ."
My eyes drifted to her legs, and there was a large gash in one leg with blood flowing like a river.
"We have to get you home," I said.
I let her climb onto my back and I climbed up the slope as slow as possible.
When we finally reached the top I asked, "Where do you live?"
She replied, "144 Naeco Drive West."
I nodded and started running as fast as I could to her house.
When we finally reached her house, I gently put her down and unlocked the door for her.
I carried her up to her room and laid her in bed, then she pointed to a small cabinet that had rolls of bandages and other first aid things.
I started cleaning her wound. She was patient and didn't say anything. As I started dressing her wound, she started to have a fit of coughing.
I looked up to her and placed my hand on her forehead. Warm. Very warm.
"Seems like you're having a fever," I said as I finished dressing the gash.
"How do you know so much about medicine?" she asked.
"I don't really know much," I replied. "It's more of common sense."
She nodded and smiled. Then, she tried to stand up, but almost collapsed.
Before she could fall, I quickly stood up and I caught her.
She gave a weak smile and said, "I don't know if I can go to school tomorrow!"
I smiled a small bit and sat down next to her on her bed.
"You should probably go home now. I don't want you to get in trouble," she said.
I nodded and just when I was gonna leave her room, she told me to stop.
I turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I can't walk and lock the door," she said with a sigh.
My eyes wandered around her room, and l noticed a window.
She seemed to notice what I was looking at and said, "Are you insane? I don't want you to break a leg or die!"
"I promise you that I am not gonna die. I bet you that I won't even get a scratch," I said.
I opened the window and saw some sturdy branches.
"Nonny, don't you even try," she warned me.
I crawled of the window, grabbed hold of the closest branch, and climbed down with no problem.
I saw Oona's face from the window and she asked me, "Are you crazy?"
I shook my head and laughed.
She smiled and joined in.
I cupped my hands around my mouth and started saying a poem.
There I saw a light
From the end of the darkness
A new hope has come
Then, I started running back home in the rain feeling strange and light headed.
What a great way to meet, aye? Sorry if it's so dramatic. I like making things dramatic.