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|Little Love Story at 15 (standard:romance, 420 words)|
|Author: Zoe||Added: Oct 27 2001||Views/Reads: 2064/1||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A very short but sweet story about how love may overcome one's stubborn ways.|
Little Love Story at 15. It was the coldest, most miserable day, just to make things worse. The sky was thick, smeared with dark grey clouds, and a strong wind was blowing the rain sideways, straight into my ears. After speaking to him, I was in a bad mood; we'd had a fight, and we were both angry. The final bell sounded as I stared out of the window. I threw my bag onto my back, crossed my arms and stormed head first out into the cold. It was freezing, but I didn't really notice that much, I was still fuming from what he had said. Everyone was in such a hurry. The sound of the last bell and the thought of a nice warm bus had transformed people into full motion. I dodged puddles and people, getting absolutely drenched. I stepped onto the bus and sat down. In a huff, I folded my hands under my armpits and stared out of the window. As we moved along I thought about things. "Perhaps I was wrong......no, I am always right. He is wrong. I am right, and I will not appologise...." Before long we were at the first stop. "I could always get off the bus now and go and see him...." I thought. I looked outside, the weather was worse. The wind was horrific, blowing violently and the trees looked as if they were touching the ground. "It's just too wet." I remember thinking as my conscience had already lifted me from my seat and sent me down the bus aisle. As I stepped out into the cold, the sharp rain stung my face and the wind pierced my eardrums. The cold was agony. My feet were like ice. As I headed in the direction of his house, a bus zoomed past, spraying a gallon of water on me. My school dress was totally stuck to my skin all over my body. I wanted to cry. I walked briskly down the streets, running most of the way. In the end I gave up and just walked, there was no way I could have become any wetter. Before I knew it, I was there. I walked around to the back door and he came out. He had his bare back to me while he changed out of his wet clothes. "Hi." I said. He turned around.... "Hey," "I missed my bus...." I lied. "Did you?" "No." "I know," he smiled, "I had a feeling you'd be missing the bus today." Tweet
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