The next day, I woke up early and looked out my window. There was at least six inches of snow everywhere. Even the streets were covered in the white fluffy stuff. I grinned; we finally have snow. Usually, Pittsburgh got snow by the new year, but this year was one of those freak seasons where we have "heat waves". But now, it's back to normal. Smiling, I looked at the clock radio on my desk; it read 7: 36. Oh no!
I hurried over to Geoff's bed and pulled his comforter off of him. He groaned in response and felt around for it.
"Get up Geoff!" I urged, "We're gonna be late for school!"
"Wha?" he groped, still groggy from sleep.
"We should have been at school sixteen minutes ago!" this woke him up and he shot join a flash. We hurried out the door together and ran down the stairs. We skidded into the kitchen to find my mom, Geoff's dad, and Alex at the kitchen table, eating breakfast.
"What's going on?" I asked, grabbing a muffin from the table, hurrying over to the refrigerator.
"You guys have a snow day," my mother said simply. I stopped mid-bite.
"A snow day?" Geoff said for me, "Why didn't you tell us?"
"I did, I came up at five and told you. You both said 'Yay snow' to me." Mr. Goode explained.
"I don't remember you coming up," I said as I poured my milk.
"Neither did I," Geoff added, leaning on the island. My mother looked up at us, annoyed, "Well that's your fault. And if it was so snowy outside, and it's past your alarm, don't you think that maybe, just maybe, you didn't have school?"
I rolled my eyes. Well, mother, I just woke up when I saw the snow, wasn't really thinking, because I just woke up, and when you wake upon a Monday, realizing your late, everyone freaks out. But, all I said was, "Stupid Mondays."
I trudged up the stairs with my muffin and milk in hand. I could hear Geoff and his dad talking downstairs, so I knew he wasn't going back to bed.
I was exhausted. As soon as I climbed up into bed, I forgot about my breakfast and fell dead to the world.
I woke up to the sound of a plow rushing past our house. I groaned. I was hoping that somehow all the trucks got trapped in their storage areas and they couldn't get them out so we didn't have to go to school. But, if want it to happen, fate makes sure that the exact opposite happens.
I sighed and looked at the clock. This time, I didn't freak out and run down the ladder. The clock told me it was nearing noon, so I forced myself out of bed and got ready for the day.
After I finished my shower, I sat at my mirror, straightening my hair. For some odd reason, I do something with my hair on days when I have nothing to do, but I let it go every time else. I don't why, maybe I just don't feel like doing anything to my hair at 6 in the morning.
When I was just about finished with my hair, my phone rang. Sighing, I picked it up and looked at the Caller ID. I frowned; this is not who I want to be talking to.
I answered the phone, "Hello Mrs. Pacotti."
"Hello Kaitlyn! I know you have a snow day today, but I was wondering if you could watch Ben for a while?" she yelled over the screaming toddler In the background.
"Sure," I answered. She thanked me and asked me to be at the house in ten. I said goodbye, and put down the phone.
Looking in the mirror, I examined myself. Waist length brown hair, grey eyes, and a ton of freckles. I was called adorable since my baby years. Now, I just look.... Odd.
