Jake smiled as he looked at the beautiful Cara Rodman. She was so beautiful, not to mention smart, and popular. Jake had been in love with her since the fifth grade. He sighed. Her smile was addictive. It was just like sunshine, addictive sunshine. He had been trying to gather the guts to ask her out. But she was always surrounded by her friends, and he became shy and nervous when he approached them. Tomorrow would be it. He was going to give his number to Cara, the girl of his dreams, tomorrow. He felt strong enough now.
The next morning, it was raining hard. Cara had always loved rain. She surely would be in a good mood and say yes to him today. He grabbed his jacket and walked to his car. He drove to the high school with a smile on his face and went to his locker. As he closed his locker, and headed down the hall, he noticed it was awfully quiet. He looked around. Why was every one sad today? The mood of the school was gloomy. A bunch of girls walked past him with their mascara running down their cheeks. What was going on?
He headed over to Cara's locker, where he noticed that all of her friends were surrounding it, screaming and crying. Maybe Cara was sick? She had never missed school before. He caught his best friend, Tyler, by the shoulder.
"Where is she?" Jake asked. "Where is Cara?"
Tyler looked at him. "You haven't heard?"
"What do you mean?"
"Dude, Cara is dead."
"Ty, you shouldn't joke like that. That's sick. Now seriously, where is she?"
"Cara is dead. I'm not joking. Cara went to Marco's party last night, and drove home with Ian. He was drunk, but she didn't know. A semi truck hit them head on."
Everything went numb. Jake couldn't feel anything. Falling to his knees, he let out a long, blood curdling scream. No one noticed. They had all done the same thing.
He ran outside into the rain. He looked up into the grey sky.
"Why? Why would you leave me Cara?" Thunder rang out against the wind. She was yelling at him. "I'm sorry, sorry, sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it.'' He began to mumble to himself. Tyler ran out.
"It's okay, it's okay. It wasn't your fault. It was that idiot Ian's."
A girl followed them outside. She was soaked immediately. Her clothes were matted to her skin, with water dripping from her brown hair.
"Is he okay?" she called, looking at Jake with warm, concerned, brown eyes. Her voice sounded just like Cara's. A flicker of hope went through him.
"Cara? Is it you?"
"No, I'm Isabelle."
"Go away."
"No, you are hurt. People with good hearts don't leave other people with broken ones." Isabelle said.
Cara had always said that.
