Emma and I were walking home after an endless day at school. The air was slightly thick, yet not very humid. Our feet were dragging on the ground, and our shoulders slumped with the ten ton wight of our backpacks.
"Almost there."
I mumble with the last of my strength.
"Yeah, right."
She grumbles in response. Just as the corner where we turn comes into view (which means we are almost home) heavy, widely spaced drops of rain fall from the heavens, leaving dark patches of rain on our clothes.
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