The final bell chimed, letting the students pour from the school doors. I stared out the window, seeing them all wearing their puffy winter coats. They all zipped their coats to their chins as they reached their cars with the warm air. All the while, they shouted in joy because Christmas break finally arrived. As I glared out the window, I urged dad, “Hurry up! I want to get home and not be stuck here all night!” I begged, “Can we just leave this dreadful place?” Time slowly drug on as we waited until four to leave. I spent the forty-five agonizing minutes gazing at the clock. I dreamt of how I can spend my break. Steaming hot chocolate, frosty snow, and glistening lights played through my mind. Time ticked on and my dad rose from his chair indicating we could finally leave the school. Normally, dad fast walks ten feet in front of me, but today I skipped ten feet in from of him. The icy air hit my cheeks and instantly turned rosy red. As I jumped into the truck, I shivered as I waited …show more content…
I slipped on fuzzy socks and made my way to the couch. The snow fell outside and I watched it more than I did the T.V. It fell soft like feathers and soothed me. The neighbor kids flocked through the snow, building snowmen. I wished I could still play in the snow like a little kid. The afternoon became night and the Christmas lights came alive. I popped a Christmas movie into the DVD and reclined on the couch. Hot chocolate emerged in my mind. I searched for a sauce pan and opened the fridge looking for the milk. I flipped the switch on the stove to high. The milk boiled and steam rose from the pan. I slowly poured the milk into a Christmas decorated mug with reindeer racing around it. I tear the edge of the hot chocolate and slowly tip it and pour it into the mug. I tip toed back into the living room, careful not to spill it. I cuddle back on the couch and click play on the
The cold chill was blazing on me and my shoe gently began to pull out a tear. I thought about Candy and the other guys. Hopefully, I made the right choice. The sun came down and I ended up in a deserted river. Slowly, I began to regain where I was, and I opened my eyes in disbelief.
I stepped out of the chilly November air and into the warmth of my home. The first snowfall of the year had hit early in the morning, and the soft, powdery snow provided entertainment for hours. As I laid my furry mittens and warm hat on the bench to dry, I was immediately greeted with the rich scent of sweet apple pie, pumpkin pie, mashed potatoes, and the twenty-pound turkey my mother was preparing for our Thanksgiving feast.
11:14 p.m.-I slowly ascend from my small wooden chair, and throw another blank sheet of paper on the already covered desk as I make my way to the door. Almost instantaneously I feel wiped of all energy and for a brief second that small bed, which I often complain of, looks homey and very welcoming. I shrug off the tiredness and sluggishly drag my feet behind me those few brief steps. Eyes blurry from weariness, I focus on a now bare area of my door which had previously been covered by a picture of something that was once funny or memorable, but now I can't seem to remember what it was. Either way, it's gone now and with pathetic intentions of finishing my homework I go to close the door. I take a peek down the hall just to assure myself one final time that there is nothing I would rather be doing and when there is nothing worth investigating, aside from a few laughs a couple rooms down, I continue to shut the door.
make my way to the frost coated back door, illuminated by the green and red
The car was hot and stuffy when I slipped back into the driver's seat. I found the most depressing music I owned and drove out of Glenwood as the sun started to set. Two more hours until I was home, two more hours of thinking what a terrible day I had gone through, and two more hours of cussing myself for being so naïve. The drive was a long one.
You remember the first day of snow. You gazed out the window to spot a squirrel running across the snow-covered fence. You took your warmest jacket and walked outside. Examining the scene, you noticed it was quiet and peaceful, the silence from the white scenery creating an environment of tranquility. You inhaled the cold, dry air and you felt your body slightly shiver.
Feeling content, I put on my slippers, made a cup of hot chocolate, grabbed my book, and snuggled under a warm blanket. I was looking forward to a great day indoors. Guilt free, too.
I was cold. Cold like the winter, cold like the ice down your back. Cold like that. Forced into a hunched position rooted deep within the snow, attempting to restore and conserve heat and energy. But it was fruitless.
“Bloody door bell!” I lift my head and look irritably towards the front door. Not that I can see the front door from where I’m sitting. The response is an automatic one. “I’m never going to get this finished,” I grumble. I stare at the screen, do a quick word count, 500 words. I need 5000 before I can submit the piece. I’ve got to get it finished, those bills on the side won’t pay themselves. It’s going to be one of those days, I just know it. Started off at breakfast, the milk was off, I burnt my mouth on the black coffee - that was the only option - I didn’t fancy finishing off the bottle of wine. Anyway 10 am is to early even for me to have a drinky poohs. To top it off I put my foot in the dogs water bowl and had to spend half an hour cleaning the kitchen floor. You see when I mopped up the spilt water it left a sparkling clean circle, on what I thought was an already clean floor. It’s eleven o’clock now and I’ve only just started writing.
As Weston and I walk to school we talk all about all the things we want for Christmas and what were going to do over break. As I walk into the school my friends Everleigh and Anisa wave madley. “Meghan, hurry we all have something for you” Anisa yells “What is it” I ask “We all got together to give
I slowly awoke and glanced at the bright pink and yellow Hello Kitty wall clock that hung above the chipped bedroom door. It was already ten minutes past 10 A.M. Waking up, I ponder whether I have the day off from school considering school begins at 8 A.M. As a seven-year-old, I relied on my mother to wake me. I trudged groggily over the white stained carpets that led to her bedroom door just down the hall. I barged in to find her asleep on her back, arms spread wide as if she did not have a care in the world.
Finally, we arrived at our destination. I left the car leaving my parents and little brother behind and ran up the steps to my grandma’s house. I just had to be the first one to knock on her door, so I did. She opened the door for me, and I went inside parting with the bitter cold and darkness surrounding me. Inside the house I was immediately encircled with the aromas of her Christmas cooking and baking. A real fresh Christmas tree which was already beautifully adorned with old family ornaments perforated the air with more holiday aromas. I went into the kitchen with my mom, and together we helped my grandma finish preparing the Christmas Eve dinner.
I took a handful of the glitter, and spread it out on the white snow. My sister and I each took turns spreading the glitter. We laughed and smiled as we saw the glitter falling around us, and seeing it cover the snow beneath us. I was consumed with joy, as I saw the christmas lights that lit up our front yard, and I could see our big christmas tree, decorated with lights and ornaments, watching us from the window. When we reached the bottom of the bucket, I realized it was time to go back inside.
Today, I woke up early to go snowboarding. This sport is one of my passions; I may not be pro but ill get there eventually. My cousin and I headed for the white freshly covered mountain. I could feel the cold breeze sifting across my face in the wind.
It was the middle of autumn, the period right before the world would be concealed in a white blanket of snow. It was the time where the colorful leaves had released from their humble perch upon the trees and now lie sprinkled across the land. A chilly wind brushed through the area picking up the leaves from the pavement, I viewed in awe as they twisted and twirled in the air as if they were dancing. Autumn was undeniably one of the most beautiful seasons; even the naked trees were striking as they stood tall and proud extending out toward the heavens. I smiled tenderly as I turned and watched a group of high school students make their way up the winding road toward the MayHaven Prep Schools that stood at the edge of a hill. MayHaven was known to be one of the most prestigious of schools, people from all over the world tried to get into one of their great academies. There were a few adults that were scattered amongst the crowd, they either worked for the schools themselves or were heading toward the nearby town that was located right next to the schools. They walked vigorously, scarcely looking at those around them. Their eyes glued to what was right in front of them or at their phone to check the time, to make sure they weren’t running late. They didn’t stop to stare at the magnificence of the world around them, not even too peek at it, didn’t seem to care at all, they were all too captivated in their own world.