I will never forget being drenched by rain that stabbed my head and shoulders. It was the fear of being alone that clouded my thoughts.
The air misted and the rain started drilling down on me and everyone else who was waiting for their rides. Skid! Everyone’s cars were starting to drive though the circle, everyone’s but Mo’s. Stranded, that was what I was. I was abandoned at the middle school.
The rain was getting harder by the minute. “Whoosh”. The wind was tearing past me as I made my way to the large welcoming arms of the Big Oak. In my mind I was thinking that the Big Oak would give me warm, dry shelter. But as I stepped into the Big Oaks supposedly warm and cozy arms, the rain was still there.
A few other people were standing there with me. I could tell they didn’t care about the rain by the way they were laughing and talking. One boy was quiet.
Fear gripped me like a snake trying to squash me. The fear of being all alone with no one to talk to or be near was a horrible feeling, almost as horrible as when my babysitter drove right past me and took my brother and sister with her, completely forgetting me! That day was a difficult day and everyone was fighting about something, even if it was just a pencil or a piece of gum! Eventually, I ended up walking to a friend’s house but I was being followed because I was supposed to accompany my brother and sister to soccer. Lucky for me, I escaped. Every minute of that day went down hill.
As the seconds ticked by, the few people who were standing next to me finally thinned out until it was only me and one boy.
Suddenly as if on cue, the Big Oak shook and rain came pouring down as if it was waiting for a chance to break free. It was cold like ice but it felt strangely freeing.
The rain hardened until it didn’t feel freeing anymore, but like knives piercing my skin. It hurt so much I had to sit against the tree and use my binder to block me from the rain. I knew now I had to sit and wait. It was nearly impossible to see through the thick, wet mist cloud covering me and my vision.
The rain was like hail now and I was starting to think that I should go to English extra help and wait it out. But I didn’t, I knew I shouldn’t give up hope yet, I could do this. Calm yourself, Hazel! was all I thought. I was on the verge of crying.
“Hazel, you are brave, beautiful and can survive even the toughest moments,” I heard my mom say in my head.
I held onto my dignity for the boy’s sake. Slowly, as if in slow motion, one tear at a time fell down my face.
By the time my babysitter pulled up I was shaking with tears.
As I got into the car, movement caught my eye. I looked to where I saw the flash of color and saw the boy getting into someone’s car. This filled me with joy that he was able to escape the rain.
After I lived that experience I realized that the feel of being alone and afraid of something so invisible, so unseen by anyone but me, helped me face my fear. I realized that my fear was silly and useless to me so I gave it up.