Children's laughter and screams filled the air as me and my friends grew closer to my house. Wendy, Charles, Richard, and I, Macy, were talking about our plans to sneak out to Brian Manger's party tonight. Our conversation was put on hold when my mother called my name.
"Macy Lynn!" My mother called, peering her head out my front door.
I scoffed and waved goodbye to my friends as the made their way across the ice covered street.
"Yes mother," I replied.
"You didn't clean your room before you left like I had asked you!" She explained.
"Ugh, fine," I commented and she slammed the front door behind her.
My sister, Claire and her friend, Harvey were dancing around the snowman they had built. It's smile was huge, posture jolly, and it's eyes soulless and unmindful. A grim smile grew across my face and I knelt down behind the snowman quietly. I made a hard ball of iced snow in my hands then thrust it at the snowman's head.
"Frosty!" Claire and Harvey cried.
I stuck my tongue out as the little kids began to piece back together the remains. As I wiped my feet on the rug outside the front door, trying to pry the snow from my boots, I turned back to look at the children in dismay. I had no clue to why, but it made me happy. Then I noticed a minor detail on the fallen snowman's face. His smile was gone and it was a frown. I laughed as I thought of the children trying to frighten me for what I had done. My sister was always trying to scare me. I scoffed and let the front door slam behind me...
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It had been three hours since everyone fell asleep and was exactly 10:06 p.m. at that time. I freed myself from the warm blankets, into the frost biting air. I slipped by winter boots on, trying not to make the slightest of sounds. My sister was a very light sleeper and if she woke up my mother would know of my sneaking out in an instant. Even if I tried to cover my tracks, nothing would work. Nothing would matter. They wouldn't believe a word I said, sixteen year old me, against an eight year old's word.
I turned my bedroom door knob without any sound but as I opened the door a tiny creek uttered through the air. I gasped and held my breath listening for any sign of movement. To my fortune, the tiny creek hadn't woken anybody. I made my way through my house swiftly without any noise and grabbed my winter coat from beside the front door. I pulled out my phone and blinded myself with the bright light.
ME: You outside.
There was no instant reply from Charles but seconds later the speech bubble showed up. I waited a few seconds but grew too impatient and dug my phone back into the coat pocket. I peeked through the window blinds but before I could see anything my phone vibrated.
CHARLES : Turn around...
I was dumbfounded to why he had demanded this but I followed through. I flung around and a slight gasp came out of my mouth as Charles' strong arms wrapped around me. I punched him and he lip said "Ow!"
I stuck out my tongue and then he embraced me once again. His lips found mine and filled me with warmth. He kissed me passionately right after then tried to slip his tongue between my teeth, but I pushed him away. Okay, maybe Charles and I were a little bit more than friends.
"At the party," I explained. "I wanna get out of here as soon as possible."
I turned and knelt down to spy outside the blinds and came eye to eye with the snowman. He was standing right beside the tree where the little ones had built him at earlier. Maybe the kids put him back together, I thought. Then I noticed he still had a frown.
