𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖲𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌 || 𝖣𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖬𝗈𝗆𝗌

Nia's Last Chance

Snowflakes are some of the most wonderful parts of the winter season, and they can do many things: show off the beauty of the season, serve as decorations, and most importantly, show that originality is not bad. In a society where everyone is always thriving to be something they're not, snowflakes show that there is beauty in being different. In the very short time they exist, they are able to prove that they can make something wonderful, just like people. We don't have much time to be here, at least compared with the thousands of years the planet has existed. That means that we have to take advantage of the time we spend here, and instead of trying to be like everybody else, we can all be joyful, mysterious, and different. Even if it feels like nothing is working out, there is still time to become something. After all, a snowflake never falls in the wrong place.

The winter season also brought serenity and peace, two things that I found myself having that Wednesday morning. The day was shaping up to be a great one, and in the words of my therapist, I was the only person able to make it happen. Someone's best day could be someone else's worst, and that meant that I couldn't depend on someone else to make anything happen. If I wanted to do a certain thing, then I had to do everything in my power to make it happen.

Today, we were going to start filming the last episode of the year. Last week felt rather uneventful for me, so I hoped that this week had something big in store for me–At least on the show. Outside of the show, I had a very busy week. While I was downstairs in the kitchen baking cookies after I forced my older brother to help me while our younger sister watched, I realized that there were way too many things on my plate, and I wouldn't be able to keep up with all of them. Because of that, I decided to create a list, and like I had to turn in some last-minute assignments for the homeschool program on my laptop, I opted to do it there. On the device's calendar app, I created a planner with all of the things I had to do for the week, reminding myself that I'd have to check it at least once a day for the next week.

Wednesday, December 17, 2014:

- Bake the cookies (force Zane to help you)

- Write your letter to Santa Claus (it's just for poor little Ava's sake. Zane almost told her that Santa Claus didn't exist yesterday, and he mysteriously disappeared for the rest of the evening)

- Buy Nick's Secret Santa gift

- Keep Ava out of mom and dad's room (if Zane almost telling her wasn't enough, imagine if she walked into the presents. It would be very two-thousand and eight of her)

- Fold your clothes

After creating the list, I had gotten ready to fold the pile of clothes that had accumulated over the past three weeks under my desk. I placed the clothes in front of me as I sat on top of my bed, crossed-legged, and grabbed the TV remote to put on a random movie–I had planned on watching a Christmas-themed movie, but I found myself instead rewatching "The Breakfast Club" instead. Also, rather than watching the movie while folding the clothes, I ended up using the pile of clothes as some sort of pillow as I focused on watching the movie.

In the scene the film was currently in, the six teenagers had snuck out of the library, seemingly for no reason, but after watching it many times, it was obvious: John was on his way to retrieve a marijuana stash from his locker, and the other five, very confused teenagers, followed close behind.

"What's the point in going to Bender's locker?" Brian Johnson, the "brain", asked Andrew as they walked close behind John and Claire.

"Beats me." Andrew Clark, the "athlete", simply answered, clearly not interested in whatever Brian was saying.

Brian turned back to look forward. "This is so stupid–Why do you think, why-why are we risking getting caught?"

"I dunno."