Scary Moment!

The morning was like every other autumn morning in October. The sky was gray and heavy with clouds. A light mist falling upon the frosty grass. Piles of red, orange, brown and yellow leaves scattered across the many lawns. The air was cold, so cold i could see a tiny cloud every time I exhaled. It was raining slightly, but so lightly it felt like the mist of a waterfall.

I stood there under a big, tilted pine tree, waiting impatiently for the bus to come. My feet and hands were cold and clenched, trying to gain some heat and feeling back into them. My nose rosy red from the bitter wind. I shifted from foot to foot under the green pine leaves, trying to avoid the light sprinkle, for i was already getting a horrible cold. I hear water splash as my friend walks through a puddle over to a spot, close to where I wait. She nods in greeting and I smile back, for we are both still waking up.

I waited, thinking about the long day ahead, staring at a spider walking along the cold bark. I hear the creek screaming in the background, it had flooded from the rain the night before. I smiled because the gushing of the creek reminds me of the many times I played there, water up to my knees with Christian. I remember the warm summer days looking for salamanders and frogs, and playing tag in the cool water.

I'm brought back to reality when my friend breaks the silence. She tells me I shouldn't be standing under the tree. When I ask why, she looks at the sky and guesses it's about to storm. Anybody who grows up in Rochester, New York knows how completely idiotic it would be to stand under a tree during our famous thunderstorms. Then, as if on cue, a clap of thunder sounds in the distance and rain pours down. I jump, slightly startled and walk towards her.

Slowly, I see her raise her arm and point towards me, eyes wide and terrified. She opens her mouth and screams as if she is being tortured. I whirled around, expecting to see a mad axe man behind me. Instead I see nothing, just rain and leaves. Then suddenly I feel a slight tickling sensation on my neck. My body froze like a statue. I lifted my hand to my neck and when i bring it down, a huge Daddy Long Leg is looking up at me with his beady black eyes. Its legs span my hand, though its body was the size of the raindrops glistening on my face. My heart starts to race and I frantically wave my hand around screaming like a lunatic. Finally the thing flies off about ten feet away and scurries off.

I stood there, palms sweating, heart racing and stare at my friend. Both of us wide eyed, when suddenly I crack a smile.