Words To Live By.

9- Christmas Exam Revision Paper 1

I wrote this the other day for part of my English exam revision, because this is sorta what we're going to have to do, enjoy!
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With her soft, brunette hair fluttering around her head in the sharp, chilling wind, Katie glanced tentatively around the cold, empty street. She saw a flickering beam of light, staking across the sky, and thought back to when she was younger, when she would look up to the sky, only at this time of year, and hope endlessly that Father Christmas would bring her what she wanted. She thought back on that time, which seemed to have passed immensely faster than the plane above her. The street was beginning to grow wider more, guiding Katie's gentle get toward the immense shopping square, once full of people, now inhabited only by the snowflakes, beginning to make their careful descent. The tall beacon of hope in the centre of the square, decorated with bright fairy lights, baubles the size of footballs, and at the very summit of the peak, a gleaming star, highlighted a brilliant yellow against the deep black of the sky, showed the flakes where to land, as does a control tower to helicopters.

As she crossed the square, the wind began to stab mercilessly at Katie's heart, and she stopped, shuddering silently, as she repositioned her scarf around her neck, and despite the wind showing her no pity for her loneliness, she pressed on regardless. The snow was beginning to pick up now and, though it was growing nearer to midnight, it too was showing no compassion to the helpless, timid girl who was trying so desperately to find her was home. From some way off, Katie's ears picked up the trace of a deep, metallic tone, ringing repetitively, meaning only one thing: midnight.
"Merry Christmas Emily," she muttered, looking up to the stars, as a single tear made its way from her eye, down her soft, pale cheek, and jumped, shattering into a million pieces on the cold, hard floor below her.

It had been four years since the incident. It was there, in that exact square, when her older sister had been dared by her friends to climb the Christmas tree. Emily was just a few feet from the summit, when a murderous blast of wind took hold of her, and she lost her footing. She was still alive when she arrived at the hospital, but the trauma and blood loss eventually stopped her heart, while her family stood watching peacefully over her.