Snow days are the best as a surprise. When you aren’t expecting a peasant, but get one anyway is a beautiful thing, and that what snow days are to me. I roll out of bed at 9ish and at almost die of a heart attack when I realize the time. Running out of my room screaming, I dart into the living room with a crazed expiration on my face. My dad looks up from his crossword, “My child, It’s a snow day.”, and then I dance. I run into my brother’s room and jump on top of him. He then proceeds to cry. I find this rather comical. To finish the day off I eat seventeen cinnamon rolls and take a nap.
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Mountains and Ravines
SachbücherThis is a collection of short stories, essays, and paraphrases that I have written about myself, my friends, and my family. I've changed names, locations, and a few other things that that might link theses stories to them for their protection and my...
