Meckley's classroom appeared dark and deserted, but conveniently open. Knowing he feared snakes , a rubber replica seemed a hilariously appropriate calling card. Giggling, we quickly embellished a scrap worksheet with smiley faces and initials. Bells pealing, we panicked, and fled upstairs.
Just before dusk, friends gathered to roast marshmallows and watch the sunset. Sitting by the bonfire, light and shadows from the flames danced across Sadie’s face. A string of moments littered with stolen glances, nervous laughter, and finally pure bravery on his part had led them to this first date. Holding her hand, Dillon leaned in tentatively tasting the sweetness of her lips for the first time. Fireworks exploded, as symphonies performed in his heart. Consumed with new found passion, he kissed her again, oblivious to the stray drop that fell dampening his cheek. Passion quickly deepened the kiss as falling droplets gained momentum and Sadie returned the kiss with enthusiasm. They paused gazing into the heavens, then at each other, as the droplets quickly multiplied into a downpour. Exhilarated, their hair plastered to their heads, clothes drenched, they giggled uncontrollably as they raced with the other party goers to the nearby pavilion for shelter. 
