A Cloudy Day

I walked to the school bus, grumpy as I always am. My cat threw up on my bed last night, and I got 30 minutes of sleep. I sipped my coffee that I stole from my parents. I walked to the yellow school bus, stomping on the bus floor. I sat in the back corner of the vehicle and stared out of the window, while other people were getting on in the front. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a small cloud that looked like mist, or was it fog on a sunny day? What ever it was, it stayed in the same spot until the bus started moving. The mist followed us at every turn, and at every stop sign, it waited! I thought it was a cloud from heaven, and we were going to all die soon. But that wasn’t very realistic, I just thought my eyes were tricking me. I looked straight ahead and waited for the school to appear in the window.

When the bus jolted to a stop, I walked to the school gates, waiting for my friends. I turned around to see if the other bus had arrived. But when I turned around, I saw the same cloud from before, but this time it seemed to have eyes, and a mouth.

And it was looking straight at me.

“Help me” it mournfully said. I felt bad for the poor thing, but I didn’t know what to do, school never taught me how to deal with this.

“With what?” I stammered.

“Help me and my friends, we are so lonely in the cold,” the cloud whimpered.

“First of all, it’s 100 degrees outside, and where are your friends exactly?” I said.

“My friends are… dead.” The poor cloud, started crying, and the sky turned gray, rain was pouring hard.

“I’m sorry but, how can I help?”

“Stop warming the earth, every day, somebody litters, or pours oil into the sea, one of us melts away.” I stopped talking to the cloud and I picked up a pencil and a paper, and created a global warming poster with the cloud on it.

The sky turned back to blue, and when I turned around, they were gone.