THE BLIZZARD

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   The radio blared that there was going to be a nasty blizzard coming this way. I turned off the annoying radio and headed to my soft warm bed. Isabella in her long green t shirt and blue pajama shorts curled up on my bed drifting into a long and easy sleep. Her red silky hair flowing beautifully as the light hit her natural beautiful skin. The thought of her brought a happy smile to my tired face. I turned the bright light off and fell asleep thinking of the goddess that walked among us named Isabella. Even her name was magnificent, it matched her in every way. All a sudden my freezing window rattled and Isabella came in my room. Running to help her I put the rattling window up and took her soft hand.
   "What are you doing here?" She looked at me for a second and then a  smile appeared.
  "Well I thought we could hang out..." Her face was so innocent that all I was able to do was smile.
   "I would love for you to stay." I winked at her. We sat by each other for most the time watching reality tv. Breaking news flashed on the bright  screen and the weather man screamed at us.
   "Breaking news! There's going to be a blizzard! Take cover! Here again from channel 6 news station at 11," the charming news man said. She grabbed her cute bag and slipped her black sneakers on. She gave me a long comfy hug. Smiles came across both our restless faces.
   "I don't want you to leave. Huhhhhh," I said as I gave her a playful frown. She gave a long sigh and a half playful smile.
   "I have before the blizzard starts but I promise I'll see you again." And with that she climbed out of my plain room from the blue painted window. I watched her walk down the street until I couldn't see her any more. Jack on the cold cement ground holding his jaw in pain. Feeling powerful as the anger took over. Isabella's shocked  facial expression giving me hope. I grabbed my phone and checked my text. But none even after I asked her to text me when she got home safely. I looked out my awful window again but seen only the beautiful white of the blizzard. Worry struck my joyless face as my phone didn't ring. I called her phone but got nothing. I called her house and her mom said she wasn't home yet. The blizzard had started and she was no where to be found.

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