Somewhere near Lake Claire, there is a bridge. At this point I'd like you to notice that the bridge is near Lake Claire and not on it... This is most likely because the bridge is only a few feet wide and twenty feet across. Not exactly lake material, so it is simply (and aptly) called "Foot Bridge".

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I'd also like you to know that this bridge has very little to do with the actual story and that I only included it because the knowledge will come in handy later (I promise).

But enough of my rambling; I'll start from the beginning... or what I consider the beginning of this particular story.

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I think it began while I was walking home from school. (Yeah, I know. You've heard this before right? Good.)

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There is a bus that makes the trip from school to home, but then the poor little Foot Bridge goes unvisited. So I, being the dork that I am, decide to walk often. Or, should I say, we decide to walk often. We being Milo and I.

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In case you didn't know (and you probably didn't) Milo (his real name is Miles) and I have been best friends for a few years. The only reason he even walks with me is he's afraid I'm going to get mugged or something on my way home. Mugged? Me? ... God I hope not.

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Anyway, this story happens to start on this particular Foot Bridge with this particular best friend... and me talking constantly... as usual.

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"One day, I want to be on this bridge when it's raining. You know, if you turn away from the road and face the trees, it looks just like something out of a movie."

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Milo just smirks and rolls his eyes. I say this every time we walk over Foot Bridge.

So I glare at him in mock anger. "What? Are you too good to stand on a wet bridge?"

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He's still smirking "Nope... I'm too smart to stand on a wet bridge. You know, a wet bridge is a death waiting to happen." He's mocking me again. "You could slip and impale yourself on one of these rusty nails and die of tetanus, or you could catch a fatal strain of pneumonia, or you could fall over the side and drown in muddy swamp water. How's that for something out of a movie?"

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I pretend to ignore him, but I know he can see me smiling. Those are just the kinds of things I'd be careful to avoid... but I still want to stand on the Foot Bridge when it's raining.

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