Small Hope (Part 1)

 It was twelve o'clock. I was on Main Street. Trying to avoid being thrown to ground by the great rush of people surrounding me on all sides. When I felt a hand grab the back of my itchy purple cardigan. And drag me through the endless mass of people on lunchbreak.
     Finally we stopped, as the hand released the back of my sweater I spun around and slipped on the slimy pavement. The hand reached out again but this time it grasped my arm pulling me up to face whoever it belonged to. The hand's owner was a  scruffy looking black hoodie, ripped up jeans and oddly clean sneakers.
     "Hello?" I asked hesitantly, trying to see under the drawn hood. 
     "Hey"   said a strangely familiar voice, and with a tilt of their head their brilliant green eyes became visible.
     I knew those eyes, they were the same eyes that had stared up at me with a confused expression as I told them why I had to leave. They were the same eyes I had thought I would never see again, when they were the ones who left. They were the same eyes that had been burned into my memory by countless hours spent trying to forget them. I stood there shocked for a moment before regaining my sense,
     "your alive!" I said practicly throwing myself into the strong arms I used to know so well. As they closed around me, pulling me closer I felt a single warm tear fall on my neck and trickle down my back.
     "I'm alive" she said jerking herself away from me, "but neither of us will be if we stay here any longer."  Her face had changed in the past year, it had grown harder and more closed of.
     "Where can we go?" I asked waving my hand at the throng of people on one side, and the solid brick wall on the other. The sly look she used to get when we were stealing cookies crept onto her face,
     "Watch and learn."  She said sticking her hand between the cracked mortar and a brick. With a quick motion the brick turned and popped out of the wall. She twisted it three times clockwise and once counter clockwise then pushed it back into place. I watched, not entirely sure what to think when nothing happened. Glancing back at me over her shoulder she reached her hand out, and where she should have been touching bricks her hand just disappeared.
     "Come on!" she said grabbing my arm and puling me towards the not-wall, scared I pulled her hand off and backed away.  
     "Not until you tell me whats going on!" 
     "We don't have time, now come on!"
     "You can't just show up randomly after someone thought you were dead for a year, and not give them an explanation!" I nearly shouted at her 
     She bowed her head in what I took as defeat, "Look I really didn't want to have to do this. But what did I expect, you've always been the more stubborn of the two of us. . . ." 
     She gave me about three seconds to think that over before she punched me in the face.