Part three of A Gift From Venus

Going Home

I slid back in front of my computer. My goal was to finish my introduction to my essay before lunch. I plugged in my headphones and turned on Youtube, trying to tune out the loud irrelevant thoughts in my head, but unfortunately the music from my favourite songs was in favour of distracting me instead of helping me focus. Soon the bell rang and lunch was in session, I sighed and logged off my computer. Okay, so when I get home, my goal is to finish my introduction to my essay.

I got off the bus with my friend Brady, the ice on the sidewalk was shining from the light in the sky or the sun making an effort to peep out from behind the clouds. I jumped on top of a sheet of ice and slid down the sidewalk. Brady, was behind me, my best friend who I had adopted as my brother, we automatically connected and became friends after one conversation. Brady was a splitting image of me only younger and a boy. We would laugh together and stop laughing together, all while realizing we got people just about much as we got ourselves.

He jumped on a sheet of ice and slid into me causing me to fall into a mountain of snow. Brady fell on top of me and tried to scramble to his feet, to help me up. I stood up before him and helped him up. “Oh my god I’m so sorry Clara!” I shot him a dirty look. “I’m so sorry.” I mocked him. I pushed him back into the mountain of snow and turned the other way to tend to my wet pants that were covered in snow. He struggled for a minute then stood up. I turned back around and faced him. “Now we are even.” He smiled at me causing us to both laugh. I took his hand and helped him off the sheet of ice and we walked down to my house. “Well so this is what your house looks like?” I laughed. “Yeah, I thought you saw it before.” He scratched his head. “Yeah, like for a second from inside a dark window of a car, at nighttime with a guy that wouldn’t let no one sing inside it.” I laughed again. “Oh, I remember that Princess’s boyfriend was just...” I stopped because I couldn’t think of any adjective to describe him. “Just.” I concluded. He nodded, satisfied with my choice. He adjusted his book bag on his back. “Well, I better get home, although; I don’t want to go.” I smirked. “Yes, I know the feeling all too well.” We hugged each other and turned our separate ways.