10 Snowy Days of Sean

Prologue

December 15th: Prologue

My head was resting on the palm of my hand and I could feel how it was slowly slipping off. My eyes started to flutter and if it hadn't been for one of those painful nudges from my best friend Zoë, I would have fallen asleep in Mr. Stocks' class.

"Stay awake," she whispered with a grin, "or do you want to spend your Christmas vacation with piles and piles of Math homework?"

I groaned silently and she suppressed a giggle. I could see Mr. Stocks' head start to turn our way so I quickly took my pen and pretended to write something down. I hated Math class, it didn't help with anything in the future and well, I wasn't very good at it either. It also didn't help that Mr. Stocks, also known as Stinky Socks to those who are really bad at jokes, was the most boring teacher at William High.

Before he could ask me a question, the bell rang and Zoë and I quickly grabbed our stuff so that we could head out. It was Tuesday and we only had classes till 2pm on those days. Sadly enough, that was the same for every other person in our school and everyone went to their lockers at the same time, so it was insanely crowded.

"I hate people," I murmured as I tried to make my way to my own locker without being pushed down to the ground. It wasn't really true, I didn't hate everyone in the world, I hated at least 75% of the people in my school, who apparently didn't know how to walk faster.

Zoë giggled as she was right behind me. She had been so smart to already get the books she needed before last period had started. We always went home together since our bus stop was the same. She had been my best friend for almost 4 years. We had met when we were 13 and we immediately clicked. We were really alike but also completely different, which was very nice.

The only difference between us was our appearance. While Zoë was average height with beautiful brown curls, bright blue eyes and curves in all the right places, I was much taller than the other girls in my year with dark blonde hair, dull blue-grey eyes and a skinny, like-a-plank body.

"What do I need?" I sighed as I opened my locker and stuffed my Math books inside. I had Latin, English and Economics homework to do for upcoming Friday. All the other classes were not even trying to do something anymore since it was almost time for our Christmas break.

"Just leave those here," Zoë suggested, "if you need to do it for Friday, you can also take it with you tomorrow. We need to hurry up if we want to make it on time to Mr. Haley's book sale that starts at 3."

My eyes widened and I slowly turned towards my best friend. "Mr. Haley's what?" my jaw dropped as I said it. Mr. Haley was the owner of the biggest bookstore in town. He loved us and we loved him. His store consisted of new and old books, brought in by local residents.

"Oh, wait," Zoë giggled and bit her lip, "I didn't tell you?"

"No," I said, exaggerating the 'o'. "You're lucky I have enough money with me, otherwise I would have send you to go get it," I joked as I closed my locker and swung my backpack over my shoulder after I had put on my coat. "Well, what are we waiting for then? Let's go!"

I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the entrance of the school building. She laughed as I tried to make my way through the crowd and both of us happily got onto the bus to get to our favorite store in the whole town.

The bus dropped us off in the center of town, right in front of Mr. Haley's book store, Have a read. My eyes widened as I saw the large queue that was there and my mood already dropped from 250 to 80. It was going to take ages to actually get into the store and then it would probably be impossible to find my favorite books.