The floating island of thunder is always cracking and pouring rain. It is also isolated from the world. It is very rare for the island to ever have a sunny day. Jared works with his father at the machinery that uses the electricity from the lightning to keep the island running. Maria is a sickly girl who always stays in her small home, but will come out when the sun is out. Two childhood friends, separated from a very thin wall.
I live in the floating island of thunder. It is always pouring rain and the thunder booms very close, but I'm not scared. Why? Because I work with my father who works the closest with lightning. We use the lightning to power the floating island and also other machinery my father said I can't speak of. That's confidential and it has nothing to do with the story.
I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Jared. Right now, I running in the rain to Maria's house. Maria is a very close friend to me and we have been friends since I can remember. She is a sickly girl, but I like visiting her when I have the time.
I knocked on the door and her mother opened it for me. "Ah, good afternoon Jared," she said kindly. "Please come in."
I took off my dirty shoes and Maria's mother handed me a towel to dry my hair. Inside the house, it was very quiet. One couldn't hear the rain nor thunder crackling if they stayed in this house. I never really liked how Maria lived in such a quiet place, but the silence soothed me down a bit. "How's Maria?" I asked handing Maria's mother back the towel.
"She's up in her bed resting. It's so kind of you to come visit her even if you have work to do," she said smiling. "Maria should be so happy she has a good friend like you, Jared."
I thanked the mother and ran upstairs. First door to the left. I slammed open the door and jumped in. "Suprise!!" I shouted grinning from ear to ear.
Maria glared at me. "Why do you make so much noise?" she asked angrily.
"I came to see you, shouldn't you be happy?" I asked.
"I should, but that so-called suprise brought me down," she replied.
When Maria was younger, she was shy but cheerful. Even though she was sick, she always wanted to see me. So I always came to see her. We would always play board games and simple games like tag. We were only kids.
Now, Maria has been a bit bitter. She doesn't talk a lot and rather listen to me speak. I sure she wants company, but being sick has really brought her hopes down.
"Did the doctor know what's wrong with you yet?" I asked.
"No. I bet they aren't trying," Maria answered bluntly.
"Don't say it like that! I'm sure they are trying their best to find a cure!" I exclaimed. "That's the bright side of it. You shouldn't give up easily."
"Why would they try to find a cure for a commoner? How can there be a bright side if the sun isn't shining?" she asked while looking out the window. That was two rhetorical questions.
I would have answered them, but I know she wouldn't be in a good mood. Actually, she would be in a worse mood.
"Hey, I heard tomorrow won't be raining, Maria," I said trying to break the silence. "You can go outside!"
Lightning flashed and I knew thunder boomed, but the house was made to not hear any sound from outside. "Judging from the lightning, it's highly unlikely. It wouldn't just suddenly become a sunny day after all these hard days of rain," Maria said.
How pessimistic. I can't blame her. "Maria, it's time for dinner!" Her mother was calling her.
Maria slid off her bed and gently put her foot in some very comfy slippers. I wanted a pair, but not pastel yellow. She slowly walked towards the open door, but turned around to speak to me. "Are you coming down or not? I'm sure Mother made enough for both of us."
As long as she still cares and still has some energy to move, I can be happy.