Snowed in Alone...

Chapter Three; The Scream

Amy had finished unpacking her suitcase when she heard her mom scream from the first floor , "Love you honeysuckle! See ya in four weeks! Oh look it's snowing!". Amy clambered over to the window and looked down her moms Range Rover Sport started loudly with a screech and a vroom ..... and she was off. The she looked around at the atmosphere the room window showed, mom was right it was snowing, thick and fast. The pine trees made the weather fit into character. But Amy didn't have a Christmas Spirit, she secretly missed mom SO much and was wishing she was kinder to her instead of always being the weight on her shoulders - if she was any harder on poor mom who raised her alone, gave her everything and worked over hours for extra cash to buy things for herself because her selfish kid won't even get a job- mom would probably cry, and she's a tough mom and a tough parent - a good parent though- just tough. Amy wrote what had happened today in her journal and peeked out the window, this manor was at the start of some sort of wood she dropped her pen and stared open-mouthed, That can't be this place is deserted- right? Is that a 4 year old boy staring it me? What's with the clothes? He looks like a cowboy. Is his head bleeding? Amy thought. Down below her at the entrance to the woods was a little boy with ; grey-blue eyes, jet black short hair, pail skin, not a freckle to be seen anywhere on his face, he was wearing leather from the 1800s possibly and what looked like dried in blood on his head and he didn't blink once, he was just staring up at Amy. She blinked in disbelief and he put out his hand and stared for a moment caught a snowflake blew it out of his hand and, well, vanished into the snow and left a battered old piece of ripped paper. Amy sprinted down the staircase to get the paper, before the snow ruined it. She opened the door trudged outside in the thick snow, which, had half-buried it. But Amy quickly pulled it out and ran back in the manor and she turned on the central heating and almost instantly the snow melted into her comfy, cotton hoodie making it soak through.