Something New

I wrote something!!! Wooo!!!!

The little blonde boy stood strong against the cool crisp wind. Standing in front of the house he grew up in, everything seemed so simple. The dull discolored walls protected him for so long. He wasn’t so little now, and this house was no longer the place he had grown up in. Now the roof was just one of many on the street keeping someone warm and dry. The moment this thought crept into his brain, the brightest blue light flashed through the overcast clouds, then the thunderous crack of a whip let rain pour down on the boy as if to emphasize the fact that he could no longer seek refuge in the house. At this, he turned back to the dilapidated white wagon he arrived in.


I tugged at the door handle softly without another thought. Nothing happened of course, the stupid busted door had been fucked for the better part of a year by now. I made my way around the other side of the car and climbed through the passenger door. As I slowly backed out of the driveway I said goodbye to my parents old house but still couldn’t understand why I always came back. With divorced parents and relations in shambles, the house wasn’t ours anymore. I wish I get that internal feeling of satisfaction as if I were a child again; unfortunately not even a trace of the happy family that used to live here had been left behind.
I continued down the road a bit further driving slow and trying separate anything in front of me from the downpour in front of my windshield. I finally arrived at Madi’s house. Normally I’d run up to the door and meet her, maybe exchange a few forced words with her parents, but not today. She’d have to make the dash out to my car, so I just honked the horn. After what seemed to be a few minutes waiting on the side of the road I pulled out my phone and dialed her number.
“Hey,” she answered promptly. “What’s--”
I reply before she can get another word in, “Guess where I am?”
“No clue,” She says sarcastically implying she doesn’t have time for my little games.
“I’m in your driveway,”
“I guess you’re not coming in then?”
“Nope,” I had already dealt with the rain and wasn’t ready for a second round.
“Are you at least in the driveway?”
“You know how your dad hates that.”
“You bitch.”
I hung up the phone. She’d be out in a second
The next minute I saw the screen door open and she skeptically stepped out on to the front porch, put her shoes on and dashed to the car. She little leaping steps through the grass to avoid soaking her shoes, made it to my door and hurled herself into the seat next to me.
She looked over at me with water running down her face light brown hair turned black and all that came out was “ I do hate you.”
I looked straight ahead and continued down the road a second before responding. “I’m sure you do.”
No friendship could compare to ours. We’d been friends since about fifth grade and both of us secretly knew that nothing each other did could really piss off the other at all. My car had no radio, so we rode in silence, but with the flashing light show in the sky it was hardly noticeable.