Drip. Drip. Rain soon fell in torrents, small streams making their way across the road, then it all became one long river. Elora sat in the bus stop impatiently, swinging her little legs and looking about her at the pouring world outside. Another girl came rushing in, dripping wet and looking rather displeased. Her eyes met the child’s, and they softened. “Hello.” “Hi. I like your shoes.” The girl looked down at her shoes, smiling softly as she looked up again. The strings were beaded with homemade keychains, softly clinking as she walked. “Thank you—I think your hair’s pretty cool.” Elora stroked her short, raven-black pigtails. “Thanks.” She paused for a moment, small brows furrowing in thought. “What’s it like to be older? Like—“ She struggled for words. “Like do you ever get scared?” “Oh—“ the girl paused for a moment, taken aback by her younger peer’s bluntness. Kids are like that, she reminded herself. “Of course.” The girl slid down the bench closer to her small friend. Elora sighed. “I just—everyone I know that’s older is so…grown-up. Um—I—ah…” she paused again, searching for the point in her words. “I’m afraid I won’t be ready to be grown-up…” “And I’m not sure if I am…” the girl’s grip on the seat tightened. She was nearly graduated from high school. Still so young, and too young to see it. Elora’s gaze had been resting on a worm slowly making its way across the pavement. She looked up at the girl, in awe of her serenity. “I’m not sure if anyone is.” The girl continued, meeting Elora’s eyes gently. “But you have time.” And for a fleeting moment, young Elora understood. “Maybe we all do.” Drip. Drip. The rain slowly quieted its current, and the little rivulets of water dried up in the summer sun. Elora sat alone at the bench, the older friend forever forgotten. Years later, she ran through the rain, newly 17 and very wet. It was her birthday. Elora stopped as she noticed the little girl sitting in the bus stop, swinging her legs as if there was nothing else to do in the world. For a fleeting moment, Elora knew. And she stepped inside. Drip. Drip. Drip.
I found this one in my notes app haha, it's from a looong time ago but I like it I think :) Art and writing are by me, Froggoooo! The art is of a bus stop by the way haha not allowed to reply to comments sorry :')
