At fourteen, you’d think that a teenage girl would have plenty to do besides run and play in the rain, but you’d be wrong. When it rained, I couldn’t wait to call Shireen, who lived across the street.
“Are you ready” I’d asked.
“Yep, meet ya at the corner.” She’d say, and away we’d go. We hit every puddle in the sub-division, laughing and skipping and hopping along the way.
On this one particular day after school, I called her and we had quite an adventure.
“I’ll race you to the first puddle!” I said.
“Ok. On your mark, get set, GO!” She sounded off and we ran and hopped into the first puddle, splashing water to both sides of the street.
“What do you think these people are thinking about us” She asked as we looked at the folks peeking out their windows.
“Awe, who cares! They know we’re not hurting anything. They’ll probably call my mom before I get home anyway. They always do!” I said sarcastically. “Hey, let’s give ‘em something to tell her. Follow me. You have to do what I do. No chickening out, ok?”
“Ok, I’m in. What are we going to do” She asked as we neared the top of the hill.
“Follow the leader!” I said as I jumped down into the ditch half filled with water.
“No way!” Shireen bucked.
“You have to! You agreed! No matter what.” I convinced.
“Eweeee! OK……..here goes……..” She said. As she jumped from the sidewalk into the ditch, she slipped on the grass and fell into the ditch bottom first hitting her head on the sidewalk on her way down. I reached out trying to break her fall and managed to get myself kicked in the face. I fell back into the ditch and Shireen came in and we ended up both sitting chest deep in ditch water with the rain just pouring down. We were quite a sight.
“Are you ok?” I asked her rubbing my cheek where her foot landed.
“Yes, I think so.” She said rubbing the back of her head.
We looked at each other. Wet stringy hair, sitting in a giant mud puddle…two grown girls. We both busted out laughing hysterically. We tried to stand up to get out of the water, which was getting cold, and slipped back down into the water. Laughing wasn’t helping us get out. We held on to each other for support to get out, slipping and sliding until we were totally out. We were full of mud and who knows what else.
“Well, that gave ‘em something to talk about!” I said.
“Yeah, no kidding, let’s go home and get cleaned up, these jeans weigh a ton!” Shireen said.
“Alright, let’s go home. My mom will be home in a few minutes anyway. I should at least try and look normal before she gets there.” I said. “But, this was really fun, as always. Catchya later!”
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