Chapter 3

You had a bad day

You're taking one down

You sing a sad song just to turn it around

Bad Day, by Daniel Powter

I drop my clarinet on the couch and flop down next to it. I've been practicing the same bar for ten minutes, and I can't get it right. To top it off, I had a really hard math test today, and I'm alone in my house with the rain pouring over the roof. Well, not for long. Sophie'll be home from play practice any minute. As I'm thinking that, I hear a car door shut and Sophie comes inside. She sits down with her backpack and sighs.

"I'm so glad the week's over."

I nod in response, then I get a crazy idea.

"Come on." I say, grabbing Sophie by the arm.

"Hey! Where are we going?"

I open the front door. It's surprisingly warm outside, 70 degrees, and the rain is pouring everywhere. I pull the rubber band keeping my hair pulled back out and start running down the steps and down the street. Sophie looks at me like I'm crazy, then shrugs and follows. We sprint for blocks, rain covering us and the street. Plowing through puddles, running like crazy people through the neighborhood. And for the ten minutes that it takes to circle the neighborhood, I forget about tests and clarinet music and The Odyssey and I just run, concentrating on the rain and my steps in even rhythm.

We make it back home and collapse on the front lawn, our eyes shut, letting the rain fall around us.