To our friend and Promoter, Ashley

He was standing in the rain. I was waiting for my bus to come, so I could make my way to class before my professor took attendance. I was nervous and anxious and I was trying my hardest not to be extremely late today. I kept looking over the hill to see if there was any sign of the bus, but I couldn’t see anything. Whenever I face forward, I see the boy. All I can distinguish is a shadow, but there’s a boy. His head is bowed. Despite the torrential downpour, he doesn’t have an umbrella. He has no poncho or hoodie; he’s standing there letting the water and wind whip him. I check for the bus quickly, open my umbrella, and run toward him.
“Hi. Are you okay?” I ask. He shrugs his shoulders. “My name is Erica. What’s yours?”
“My name is John.”
“John, are you okay? Why are you standing out here in the rain?”
“I don’t know exactly. I’ve been dealing with a lot lately, and it’s just been such a strange week. I just wanted to let go of some of it. I just didn’t want to deal with all anymore. I don’t know, maybe I was just looking for some answers.” He held my umbrella with one hand, and just hugged me. I hugged him back, and as we stood there, the rain began to slow down.
“John, maybe the answer was so much clearer than you thought.”

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Andrew Walker Watson is a sophmore International Studies Major. He loves Brazilian rap music, discovering useless facts, and, naturally, writing. If he could ever stop staring out into space, he would like to start a global movement to change the world and guest host Saturday Night Live.