I pack my gym socks in my bag and glance out my window to see the sunshine quickly vanish as heavy, dark gray, clouds block it out. I can already picture the plow struggling to push through it.
"Come on downstairs honey, dinner's ready!" I swiftly stand, catching a glance of the thick flurries swirling outside, before abiding to my mother's request.
"Are you excited?" She asks.
"For what?" I question, wondering if I forgot something again.
"You might have a snow day tomorrow," she smiles softly.
"Key word, 'might'," I retort, letting out a chuckle. "It was snowing pretty heavily, but if it calms down, it probably won't be enough." The living room is suddenly lit up with a flash, followed by a loud crack of thunder.
My mom laughs, " I doubt they won't call a snow day now." Her phone goes off, interrupting her train of thought. I sit in impatient silence as she listens to the caller.
"What's up?" I urge.
"You've got a snow day tomorrow" she says. I smile contentedly and reach for the tray of biscuits, still warm from the oven. After I turned off my alarm clock, my mom told me I could stay up a little later than usual, so I pop a DVD in the blu-ray player and settle into the couch.
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KurzgeschichtenI have a class that demands I write a story according to a prompt every week and I'm behind, so I figured posting them on here might help encourage me to get my shit done. I've already finished and turned in weeks 1 and 2, so we're skipping those. ...
