Frostbitten Snowdrops (WWBM)

December 1

Daisy's P.O.V.

Imagine being named after a flower which appears in spring just when winter is about to lose its white, innocent colour and is to be replaced by sunny days, flamboyant colours and occasional rain which silver drops can't go unnoticed as they fall down on our umbrellas and windows. Then imagine hating everything associated with spring and sun, but enjoying every single cloud you see on the sky, guessing shapes of those fluffy gray and white pillows which are nothing but air cools which expand it the atmosphere.

When I was younger, I would think about my name a lot. I wasn't even born in spring. I was born in the middle of winter, when pavements were covered by snow and when old people were cursing every single snowflake as it fell quietly trying not to disturb winter silence.

It's 1st of December and I feel as if I were born again. I prepare a cup of coffee for myself, putting on my feet fluffy slippers as I my feet lead me to balcony. I put the cup on the small table, lighting my first cigarette, breathing in cool London air as cars are passing by. Taking a sip of my coffee, I go through my mail, responding to some mails. Finishing the coffee, I take a quick shower, choosing my outfit for today. Black boots, jeans, blue flannel and jumper with a reindeer on it. Maybe someone will mistake me for a student. That thought brings a smile on my face as I pack my purse and binders, taking my coat and locking the door. Nothing will ruin my mood today. I won't go by the car, I want to enjoy this cold, perfect morning as much as I can. I plug in my earphones heading to the school.

Marcus' P.O.V.

Fucking winter. Fucking Christmas and fairy lights. How can anyone who is older than 10 enjoy this type of weather? There is nothing beautiful about this. It's cold, it's rainy and snowy, markets are packed with delusional people who try to find a perfect present for their loved ones. Santa Clause is singing HO-HO-HO wherever you turn. As if singing weren't enough, you can see that made up old man on every card or even printed on student's notebooks. Children even wear jumpers with his face printed on a red cheap piece of cloth. I drink my black coffee grumpily, cursing again as I can't tie my tie again. I give up and just put on jumper, grabbing my jacket.

I shiver as soon as I leave my cozy, warm flat and my mood changes again as I see people decorating the street. I start the car, driving to school, praying not to get stuck in the traffic jam. As I finally arrive, I park, taking my stuff and locking the door.

"Good morning, Miss Whittle", I try to be polite as I see her and she smiles at me.

"Mr. Erastus, it's always the pleasure to see you", she answers politely, shaking my hand.

"I can't guess is it Shakespearean sarcasm coming from you or you're really delighted to see me"

She chuckles, shaking her head, "See, Mr. Erastus, I can never tell if your face is about sinusitis or cosinusitis, so it shall stay a puzzle for both of us.", she replies sweetly, raking her fingers through her hair as her nose is red as if she were Rudolph.

"Miss Whittle", I start, looking at her, "I always try to appreciate your opinions, but your ignorance always blinds me and then I see that every effort I make to understand you, goes astray. It's Sine and Cosine", I state, but she laughs. The audacity this woman has is insane.

"Dear Mr. Erastus, you were smart enough to note sarcasm three minutes ago when I said it was the pleasure to see you. Such a shame you didn't notice that type of sarcasm right now. I'm glad we had this small talk, it's always good to see your serious face. Have a nice day and hope Santa will bring a smile on your face because you'll get wrinkles at such a young age. See you later", she finishes her speech, opening the door and walks in, some students greeting her as she greets them as well.