I walked to the busstop, my bobcut brown hair waved in the wind. I had my headset on, and the music pounded in my ears. I stopped just besides Cale, I took off my headset and greeted him.
"Hey Cale!" I coughed.
"Hey, were you sick yesterday?" Cale asked, his breath were clouds of steam in the cold snowy weather.
"Yeah, I'm okay now though." I smiled.
"Good to know." Cale smiled.
"Where's Caleb?"
"He wanted to ride his bike to school, even though he hates PE." Cale grinned.
"Hm..." I closed my eyes and remembered the dream from yesterday's sickness.
"I wonder..." I mumbled quietly.
"Hm?" Cale looked at me.
"Oh... Just had an odd dream again..."
"About little you?" Cale asked, I had told him about it.
"Yeah..."
"Well?" He looked, like he waited for me to tell him about it.
"Little me, was crying, hiding in the bushes in a park. When a small red ball, rolled through the bushes. And a boy with black hair and tanned skin, orange t-shirt and black shorts, walked through the bushes to get the ball. And he asked if she was playing hide and seek, then she started crying even more. And then he invited her to play with him..."
"You descriped way better last time..." Cale grinned.
"Yup, I know!" I smiled.
The bus drove around a corner of the street, the yellow color stood out in the silky white world. My school uniform wasn't nearly warm enough in this weather, luckly I had my wintercoat. I sighed, my sigh left clouds of steam in the cold air, they traveled up like a small nuke exploding. My red scarf covered my mouth and nose, it was warm and very snuggly. As the bus drove us to school, I sighed and looked out the window, as the snowflakes fell like a white blanket over the world around us...
Hey Guys!
Tia Here!
I'm happy
Because I bought a giant pepermint lollipop!
XD
Question of the day: How do you guys celebrate Christmas?
My family and I celebrate Christmas 24th December in the evening. We eat the traditional Christmas dishes, and we dance around the Christmas tree, singing danish songs and sometimes english songs too. After that we pack up our gifts, and when we are done with that, we have coffee and sweets time...
And then we go to bed and sleep...
And that kids is how Danes celebrate Christmas!!
-Tia
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My Sisters' Love
FanficKaren... That's my name, all I remember. I open my eyes, like every day when I wake up. I'm an orphan, a no name as someone would call me. I fall back into my bed. I look at the ceiling, the white, cold surface... Karen lost her family five years ag...
