Scribbled Notes

Chapter Seven

I waited a few more moments before leaping out of my bed and dashing towards my wardrobe. This was the routine I had done many weeks ago. I chose a lilac coloured polo shirt, some black leggings, my snow boots, my black and white winter coat over that and an oversized lilac bow for my hair. I'll spare you the details of how I got ready, it was nothing special.
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I stepped outside of my house, closing the door behind me gently. It was quarter to twelve, I had fifteen minutes to get to the centre of town. I began running, the crispy air by passed my face with each bearing. The fluffiness of the pale white substance slammed against the earth sent me into a daze, thinking of nothing but how fun it would be if Zack and I had a snowball fight. I revolved a corner just as Chips And Chicks neared into view. I had no idea what Zack looked like, none the less that he had no idea who I was either. I hoped that the boy I spied outside the door who looked about my age and held what seemed like one of my letters in hand, was him. I strutted up the little hill and towards the busy restaurant. "Zack?" I stammered. A pair of chestnut brown eyes locked with my blue ones and a large grin appeared on the stranger's face. "That's me! You must be Maddie!" Zack held out a hand and I happily shook it. "Yes, I am Maddie, but you can call me Ballerina," I cutely winked. "Well," he said. "In that case, you can call me Hip-hopboy. Let's take a walk!" The two of us Eskimo dressed pen pals chattily slid up the streets of chilly Pittsburgh. Words cannot describe how much we talked. We chatted about everything from homework at school to dance recitals and competitions. Without realising, two hours passed. Hip-hopboy and I ended up marching through an empty field behind an estate. It was no longer the mint shade of green, but a soothing white colour that reminded me of heaven and angels. I felt like right here was my safe haven. No, not in the field. With Zack. "I suggest we have a snowball fight before we leave!" I explained, eager to put my little thoughts into some action. "Alright, you take the right and I'll take the left side. We'll start firing on three!" said Zack. I nodded and stepped deeply off to my side, considering the snow was so deep and I was so short. Zack seemed to have no problem with it, seeing as he has long legs, ideal for a male dancer. For any dancer, really. "One..." "Two..." He smirked. "Three!" I yelled, scooping up a handful of snow with my bare hands and moulding it into something relatable to a sphere. Too late. A zap of coldness whacked against my side as I shrieked in shock and amusement. "I'm going to get you for that one!" I fired away my snowball through the air like my life depended on it. The next forty-five minutes passed in a blue of laughter, snowballs and snow angels. I was having so much fun! "I had so much fun today," I spoke my mind. "It was a really nice way to spend a Sunday." "I did too, I've been so caught up in dancing, I haven't had time to hang out, so it's nice to finally be free from it all." I stood up with Zack following as we said our goodbyes. "I'll write to you this Friday, ok?" He said. I smiled. By now, his winter coat which was much like mine, was covered in snow and his denim jeans had dark patches all around the shins, probably melted snow. I was just about to turn around when my friend embraced me in a warm hug, despite the frosty weather surrounding us. "Hey, can I have your number?" I chirped, attempting to enlighten the awkward moment. "I, um, my phone is broken." I felt like something in that sentence wasn't true. Whatever, I didn't want to drive him away. "Ok, I'll write soon!" That was the end of our little day together. I hated the end of things.