I went on a stroll. An evening walk. The winds have gotten colder, and snow was piling up on the streets. Every day, it felt like I was on a winter wonderland. Being the foreigner I am, I guess it would probably be normal. For me who longed to see white snow falling down the sky, it was bliss. I guess that winter wonderland wasn't too far fetched. I continued on my night stroll, admiring the scenery before my eyes. With snow gently falling down the sky and streetlights illuminating the night road, it was a feast for my eyes. It was one of those sceneries I thought I can only see on movies. I was in awe. But one particular person caught the corner of my eye. In this scenery, I guess my first impression of her was; "Snow princess..." "Huh?" I transferred at a local highschool nearby, and by nearby I mean two trips on a train. The school was named Silver High Academy. Well, technically I was transferred long ago. It was my first time spending winter here. Anyways, on my way to school, I noticed that a large crowd of freshmen were gathering at the gym, men and girl alike. I went to see the commotion and saw a familiar face inside. It's her, Snow Princess. "Whoa, is she some celebrity? Looking at her now, I guess snow princess really does fit her." Is that the... Drama Club? Wait, there's another club... Err... The Choral Club too... I guess they're making a collaboration. Is she perhaps the Main Character? "Yo, Sky! Did you come to see our school idol, Yuki?" The man who was calling me was my classmate, and also my first friend since my transfer, Hashima Tetsu. "School idol? Her?" I never knew she was this popular... "What?! You transferred here three months ago, and yet, you don't know the school's top beauty?!!!" "Like hell I do!! I barely know any seniors here." "Well, you do rarely talk to others, so I guess that makes sense." "Did you just made it sound that I'm some kind of a
yesterday was Wednesday January 20, 2016. Yesterday was a great day. Carter, Cameron, and I decided to hang out at cameron’s house. After we got there we came to the conclusion that we should go and walk on the ice. We figured the ice would be thick enough for us to walk on and boy were we wrong.
Soon, she started piecing together what she knew of her odd identity. One day she saw
As the man was taking a walk, it seemed like a very cold place from
I spent much of my high school career researching colleges and universities. My mom and I traveled to well over 10 different colleges and universities in 4 different states trying to find the “perfect” school for me. By the end of my junior year of high school I had finally found the ideal school, or so I thought. The school was small, environmentally friendly, new, beautiful, diverse, and just happened to be located 1,000 miles away from home. Everyone at my small high school knew that I was going away to school and it was a huge deal because the majority of my classmates were going to in state schools. I traveled to the school multiple times for orientations, to meet my roommates, and to make sure it was the “perfect” school for me. Early May of my senior year of high school, right before graduation, I woke up with a feeling in my gut that this
It was an average weeknight in December. A light snow fell as my family and I drove through the brisk evening air. We were motoring
stood upon, was frightening. The only was to go was down. I took a deep
There I was running around and playing while everyone grieved. I had no knowledge of what we were gathered for, all I knew was that it was fun to pretend I was Alice in wonderland. The halls and walls lined up with flowers and flowered ornaments all throughout the house. The house wasn’t as dull as it would usually be, it was alive with colors now. My little black shoes shiny and cute with a big black bow right in the center, and my sparkly fluffy dress stood out from all the others. This vivid yet faint memory of what I thought was a family reunion was really my grandmother’s wake. My mother’s eyes swollen and red from all her crying, I thought if she would only eat something maybe she wouldn’t feel like crying so much. I remember standing
Standing on the balcony, I gazed at the darkened and starry sky above. Silence surrounded me as I took a glimpse at the deserted park before me. Memories bombarded my mind. As a young girl, the park was my favourite place to go. One cold winter’s night just like tonight as I looked upon the dark sky, I had decided to go for a walk. Wrapped up in my elegant scarlet red winter coat with gleaming black buttons descending down the front keeping away the winter chill. Wearing thick leggings as black as coal, leather boots lined with fur which kept my feet cozy.
captive by a sheath of frost, as were the glacial branches that scraped at my windows, begging to get in. It is indeed the coldest year I can remember, with winds like barbs that caught and pulled at my skin. People ceaselessly searched for warmth, but my family found that this year, the warmth was searching for us.
make my way to the frost coated back door, illuminated by the green and red
I had been sitting there wondering (probably unlike all of the other kids who were at State University Orientation) what kind of guy I was going to look for when I arrived a month later to attend classes. Everyone else was talking with their parents about their class choices and housing contracts. Some were even asking the experts at the podium questions about the university. But this was way beyond me because I had more important things on my mind.
I would be lying if I said that Christmas was my favorite time of year. In fact, these words have never been articulated by my tongue as it brushes past the soft palate of my mouth, producing speech. Agonizing or distressing would better describe it. Though, these banal adjectives could not begin to reach the dark depths where my illness held my shackled being in a dirty, steel cage. On Christmas day, only eight years old, I received a harrowing diagnosis; I was sick with both an autoimmune condition and a rare blood disorder.
I don't believe in magic like Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny. As a fourteen year old it would be a little weird, but the one thing I believe in that gives the holiday season that perfect little twinkle of magic is snow. Snow is like a blank canvas waiting to be imprinted with footprints and played in for hours and hours. Frolicking in the snow makes me feel like the center of the universe, the queen of the world. For this reason I always make time for playing in the snow. Since snow centers me and let's all my worries slip away, snow days are my favorite.
met in town so far had said ‘Rocklin is the worst school'. As I walked forward
Ever since I could remember, I have spent Christmas at my grandmother’s house, a house which is full of comfort, warmth, and happiness. At Christmas, I have always been able to escape the cold and dark real world allowing myself to truly enjoy just several moments in time. These moments have left impressionable memories from my childhood making Christmas a holiday that is special to me and my family. It is a time for my family to get together, share stories, laugh, and even cry.