jengerale

I hate the way you were only my friend on Fridays. Of course, if something extraordinary happened, you'd talk to me on Tuesdays as well. Remember that summer hailstorm? The clouds –they were green that day- spat chunks of ice at our bus. It was so loud, A crowded bus of people yelling to be heard over the siege of the sky. You sat by me that day. I remember because you had skipped the last two Fridays and I was beginning to think that you didn't have time to be my friend but now it was a Tuesday and you were sitting by me on a noisy bus the last day of school in a hail storm when you could have had your own seat. Boy was I a lucky duck!