Alice Pinney ’32
Contributing Writer
Please, let me relive this sad, sad story. I promise that it’s true. It started about four years ago, when I was walking home from a day at my friend Cal’s house. Cal was, and still is, my bestest friend. She is amazing. I had so much fun at her house! But, anyway, I was walking home and it started to drip.
Drip, drip, drip.
(I walked a bit faster.)
Then to drop.
Drip, drop, drip, drop.
(I could hear the hiss of the water. I ran home.)
Then to rain.
Hisssssssss.
(I ran under the nearest tree.)
It was pouring.
SHHHHHHH
I sighed. It looked like I would have to hide from the rain under a tree for a while. Suddenly, I saw a figure with an umbrella running down the lane. When I looked closer, I saw it was Cal! Cal would save me! She came over, panting, and said, “I didn’t want you to get soaked.”
There was a weird feeling inside of me and it made my stomach flutter. I moved under the umbrella.
“Thank you so much.”
She looked at me closely.
“Of course.”
I blushed and moved closer.
“You know, you’re really amazing Cal.”
She blushed and moved closer.
“Thanks, you know, you are, too.”
Our noses were almost touching now. We looked at each other, and little did I know, she felt the same feeling in her stomach too. Suddenly, I felt very, and randomly, brave.
Our lips touched.
Three years later, we had been dating secretly for, well, three years. It was World War II, but I still did the normal things I did. One day, I was washing my clothes when she ran into the house crying.
“What is it?” I screamed.
“My-my parents!” She cried, “Are taking me away! Because of the war! They say that this country isn’t safe for me anymore! I don’t even know where we’re going! And, I don’t want to leave you!”
She collapsed in my arms, crying and I was crying too. Her parents suddenly barged in and dragged her out the door. Not even looking at me. Just dragged her.
“We’re going,” tThey said, “You said your goodbye.”
She screamed, “NOOOO!”
I yelled, “I’ll find you! Even if it’s in heaven! I. WILL. FIND. YOU.”
She held her hand out to me, but was dragged out the door.
I stood for a second, wishing she would come back, but I never saw her, ever again. And I knew that. And those feelings hurt me so much that my body couldn’t deal with it. Everything went black.
Now, I wait for her spirit to come to me. One day.
The author can be reached for comment through her sister Lark at lpinney23@wooster.edu
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