My sister and I both go to a private girl's school, one that takes young ladies from ages 16 - 20. Our father decided that the best way to keep his daughters, 18 and 19 at the time, from getting pregnant was to keep them away from boys. We're both day pupils at the school because we live so close. Sometimes this is lovely, sometimes this is horrible. One of the worst days, where we were both splashed by a car, turned into one of the best.
It started, as most school days do, in a rush. I couldn't find my tie or a shirt that fitted, my big sister's blazer was covered in cat hairs, and there was no milk. I couldn't remember what lessons I had and just hoped I'd have the right books left in my bag. There was just enough time to have a glass of juice before heading out; the school had a canteen and served proper food there.
We had seen the rain before setting out and had dressed appropriately - or so we thought. We had an umbrella each and coats over our uniforms. It wasn't a long walk, but there was a long straight road which was notoriously full of potholes and puddles. We had to brave it since everyone else had gone.
The first five minutes on the road were quiet. Only two cars passed us and they were going the opposite way. There was a garage and we went in to get chocolate, since we hadn't eaten. As we came out the garage the weather suddenly turned very nasty. The sky split and our umbrellas were just enough to keep the rain out. Sadly they were no defence against thoughtless drivers and we were splashed twice in quick succession. Fuming, my sister went home and I followed her.