Journal

Midway through the last period of the day, it started to rain. As school let out, it came down in torrents, soaking everything absolutely. I pulled out my umbrella, but it was no use. By the time I ran to the bus, my skirt was soaked and my shoes were filled with water. Inside the bus, everyone was drenched and the windows were shut.We were crammed 2 to a seat, and it was moist and humid and smelled like ninth grade boys with ineffective deodorant. The windows were fogged and rain-struck, so we were all trapped in a rank, windowless box, breathing water vapor and sweat. H sat with me, and we rolled our eyes at the kids in the back, and spoke of hay lofts in summer rain.