The snow stayed for the rest of the day, lingering on the ground. Now it only lives in my memory though, a mere recollection of that wonderful day at home. Sadly that was the last snow I ever saw. If I had known that then, I would have kept some for forever. Maybe my mom would've let me keep some in the freezer. The rest of my life since then has been simple. It's full of a tedious routine, repeating itself over and over. Wake up, school, eat, sleep, or wake up, eat, sleep. It's always been that way, well except for this one day in march.
It was March 3, Chiara's birthday. She was so excited for the year to come she could barely contain herself.
It was a birthday tradition of her family to go go-carting at Big Tommy's Go Cart and Arcade on the person's birthday with all of their best friends.
First I must tell you that I HATE go carting.
Chiara was ecstatic and could only think about it for about 3 months, reminding me constantly about the dreaded go carting to come in time.
But the week before the party she become ill.
"NO, NO, NOOOOOOO!!!!!!" She pouted when she met with the doctor.
"She has a fever, she complained of chest pains and she's coughing."
"I'm fine!!!!"
"No Chiara you're sick. Go home and rest." He handed the medical prescription to her mother and said good bye.
Later she called me and told me of the awful news.
"No party! WHYYYYYYYYY MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE???!!!"
"It's okay you'll be better soon. Once you get better we can go to Big Tommy's and make up for the loss of your birthday party."
"Okay that would be nice. OH sorry Trist got to go, my mom's yelling at me to get some rest."
"Okay. Bye."
"Bye."
She hung up the phone and I went to the corner of my room, my "art corner", there I kept all my paints and art supplies. I grabbed my easel, my acrylics, and a brand new canvas. I then gathered up my brushes and dug though my closet for my art bag. Stuffing my stuff in the bag as I went, I skipped down the stairs. I had only gotten a foot out the door when my mom called to me.
"TRISTA ELILIA ABRUZZO WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?"
"TREE!" I yelled back. That's all I needed to say. Everybody knows my tree.
I ran out the door, through the meadow and right to the edge of the woods stopping suddenly by the line. The green fence that separates my town from the rest of the world. I had never been on the other side of the fence and today was not the day to do so. There was one tree on my side and it was one my great grandma planted as a child. A beautiful sequoia that seemed to reach the sky.
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Lemon Drop From Heaven -SLOW-
Ficción General"I fall deeper into my pit of despair and my stomach wrenches. 'CHIARA!' I yell at the stars. Only my heart answers, pounding against my rib cage with a deep pain that screams and yells. I try to bite back tears, but fail miserably in my despair." T...
