The rain blew into her face as she started the long walk home. The jacket worn thin from years of use did practically nothing to shield the cruel wind that cut like a knife through her slight frame. Duct tape was wrapped around the soles of her black converse, and her jeans were so destroyed that they were made of more patches than denim. As she continued to walk, the ground felt less solid, as if she was sinking in. This was how it always was when she was alone. Her dark, quick eyes looked up and darted about, looking for a companion. She saw movement in the corner of her eye, glancing in that direction. A fifteen year old girl with red hair was walking on the other side of the road.
“Perfect.” she said with a sly grin, and with a quick, weightless gait, sprinted to the opposite side of the street. The red headed girl tripped, dropping all of her books into a puddle.
“Come on Anna, get yourself together.” the fiery haired girl mumbled to herself. Before Anna could pick up all of her things that were now wet and on the ground, she grabbed all of the sopping books and placed them gently into Anna’s hands.
“Oh!” Anna exclaimed in surprise, stepping back a few paces. “Thanks.”
“No problem.” She replied, with a fast flash of white teeth. “Mind if I walk with you?”
“Not at all.” Anna retorted, although she started to feel a heavy weight of sadness on her shoulders.