Kristie stood sniffling, she was breathless and her throat was sore. Her lungs ached as she coughed a few times. The medicine she took made her drowsy and listless. She was at the bus stop below her block. Despite the fact that Kristie was under the shelter of the bus stop, she was still drenched. She hugged herself for warmth as little droplets of water splashed onto her. She could feel the goose bumps on her skin. There were also other people at the bus stop. Some had irritated looks on their face as they were too stuck at the bus stop. Although some had umbrellas with them, they dared not face the torrential downpour for fear of getting soaked to the bone.

Kristie could wait no longer. She was anxious to go home. Chucking all her belongings into her bag, she made a mad dash through the rain to her block. The quickest and driest way home was through the basement. As she ran, she could feel her uniform sticking to her skin. Her vision was blurred. Her eyes were stinging with pain as the rainwater went into her eyes. She quickly went down the stairs, minding her steps as she went. She was careful not to stumble and fall.

Finally, she reached the basement. She could barely see anything until her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. It was so quiet, she could hear the sound of her heavy breathing. She scanned her surroundings. Only a few cars were parked there. Suddenly she heard footsteps. Startled, she spun around. Kristie faced a young teenage boy who was dressed in a white and blue uniform. His hair was dripping and swept back. His uniform was soaked and was semi-transparent. The both stared at each other in awkward silence. The boy turned away and walked down the car park. Kristie feeling a little dumb, followed. When she reached her block, she stole a glance at the boy but he continued walking. [orh...]

With a swift movement, Kristie pushed open the door and got into the lift. Kristie frantically searched for her keys as she was freezing and wanted to get home as soon as possible.

Once home, she breathed a sigh of relief. Kristie unpacked her bag and to her horror she found her books and worksheets all soaked. She quickly flipped open her file and found her SIMPLE PLAN picture had ONE DRIP of water at the corner. Kristie screamed in frustration. She nearly fainted with shock. [ok, fine, im exaggerating but really!]

She rummaged through her pile of soaked books and worksheets and found her diary. Her precious diary with all her SIMPLE PLAN [and other bands] lyrics, quotes and drawings. Horror amongst horror, her diary was drenched and smudgy at the edges. The drawings were distorted. Kristie felt a sharp pain in her heart. She was devastated. All the long hours [yeah, right] spent labouring over her SIMPLE PLAN drawings. Kristie was numb. Kristie regretted her rash actions of dashing through the rain.

If she could turn back time and reversed her actions, she wished that [nope, NOT not running in the rain] she could have protected her diary and SIMPLE PLAN pictures carefully under her other books to prevent them from getting soaked. After all, SIMPLE PLAN is more important than everything else=)

18 April 2004