The snow crunched under my feet as I stepped through the doorway. Half turning I called out “bye! See you late!” In return my friends call out a chorus of.
“Bye Cece! See you later!” I smiled to myself as I strolled down the street admiring how the light reflected off the icicles hanging from the trees. How the snowflakes drifted down from the Grey colourless sky. The street looked pristine and clean with only three cars at the end of the block. My breath hung in the air as I picked up my pace to get home and out of this bone chilling air. Passing a speck of colour that appeared as just a bunch of blankets hidden in a squished doorway, I quickly disregarded it. I swiftly turned the corner onto the street my home is on, that's one thing I love about living in the city, I live close to all the shops, like the one my friends and I hangout at after school everyday. Turning the doorknob I heard the familiar clicks as it unlatched from the door frame. Tugging the door open a blast of warm air heated my face and blew my strawberry blonde hair from my shoulders.
“Mom, I'm home from Chieta's Cafe!” I heard the shuffle of feet as she walked to the top of the stairs.
“Okay honey, did you have a good time?” She questioned.
“Yeah I had a great time, Jackie brought mini marshmallows and we had a competition to see who could get them in the others hot cocoa first. I got the first one into her mug.” A smile crept onto my lips as I recalled the missed shots and the words of encouragement from my other friends.
“Nice shot sweetie, do you have homework for the weekend?”
“Nope, not this weekend.” My smile returned and this time she returned it. Spinning on her heels my mother made her way back to her work. Kicking off my boots, I placed them on the rubber mat by the door and strolled to the kitchen, feeling the plush carpet under my toes. The bland walls stared at me as I exited the living room and stepped onto the cold tile. Yanking open the fridge I grabbed a vanilla yogurt and a spoon from the old creaky wooden cutlery drawer. Ripping open the yogurt top, I threw the lid into the trash and made my way to the television. Flipping through the guide I spotted my favorite show 'Dance Mom's' was on. Shoveling vanilla yogurt into my mouth I sank back into the couch as I waited for the commercial break to be over. Scraping the last creamy swallow from the container, I set the spoon and yogurt cup onto the coffee table. Tracing the grain of the wood in the table I became absorbed until I heard a beeping sound coming from the television. I turned back and glanced at it to see a emergency news cast filling the screen. The young reporter opened her mouth and the words rolled across the bottom of the screen.
“An alert that a blizzard is going to reach our small town or Nuko has been issued, and we advise everyone to stay in doors and to bring all outdoor pets into your home or garage. Thank you.” He face faded from the screen and 'Dance Mom's' resumed.
“Mom there's a blizzard warning issued, I'm going to get Mitsy from outside and bring her in!” I was already out the door to retrieve my scruffy cat before my mother had the chance to respond. Mitsy sat on the back porch licking her midnight black paws. Spotting me she gave a pathetic mew and padded her way over to me. Her belly fat swung from side to side as she circled my legs. Snaking my arms around her plump body, I grunted as I lifted her full weight. Balancing my chubby cat on one arm, I maneuvered the door open and placed her on the coarse welcome mat by the door. She than happily strolled to the couch and laid down happily where I had been sitting not long ago. Sighing I grabbed the remote and flicked off the television. Jogging to the staircase, I began to race the black banister to the top. Promptly taking a left at the top, I saw my mother putting away laundry. “Hey mom, I think I'm just going to heat up the leftover spaghetti in the fridge and eat it for dinner, I'm exhausted and I want to go to bed early.”
“Okay Cece, its in the blue topped container, second shelf, on the right.” I spun out of her room, down the stairs and onto the cold tile flooring by the fridge. I jerked the cool steel fridge handle, and the fridge popped open and the cool air floated around me. I quickly spotted the blue top and shoved it into the microwave. Lost in my thoughts I danced around the room from tile to tile thinking of an argument to convince my mother to buy me a phone. The beeping noise startled me, and tore me from my thoughts and back to reality. I pulled open the microwave and revealed my steaming pasta. Grabbing a fork I sprinted back to my room to scarf down my steaming meal. Tightly closing my door I winced as the first bite of spaghetti hit my tongue, I was going to have a burnt tongue again. Silently placing myself on the end of my bed I spotted my reflection in the mirror. Startling green eyes glared back at me, I grabbed a makeup wipe and slowly swiped away the mascara, foundation, and concealer. Tossing the soiled wipe into the trash can I ate the last bits of my meal and place the container on my desk by the door. Grabbing my purple hair brush I glided it through my hair and and pulled it up into and high ponytail. Walking to my washroom I began to brush my teeth, as the minty taste exploded through my mouth I noticed the clock read 6:43, it was early even for me, but it was a long week and I was exhausted. Crawling into bed, the sleek blankets caressed me and I fell asleep in its comforting hold instantly.
For the first time in a week I didn't wake to my alarm clock blaring at me. I stretched my limbs resenting the moment I would have to leave this warm paradise. I slowly opened my eyes and pulled back the covers. Watching my ceiling fan spin in circles, I sighed and came to the conclusion I was going to have to drag myself out of bed. Slowly sitting up, I encouraged myself to continue and eventually made it to my door. Twisting the knob I willed myself downstairs. I finally placed my feet on the main floor and reached the familiar white walls in the kitchen. My senses were numb, and I kept yawning but I sat in front of my mom at the kitchen table only to notice that she was frowning. “Whats wrong mom?”
“Its this article on a homeless guy that froze to death last night, he was just around the corner on the street Chieta's Cafe is on.” It was the pile of blankets I ignored...
“Mom can we do something so this wont happen again? Can we raise money, or donate our time and food? Just help the less fortunate? Maybe save a life or two, make a difference. I never want to see another headline in the paper that says 'Blizzard Takes Mans Life'.”
“That's what I was thinking honey, we can sure try, we will make a difference in someones life.” Cece's mom promised.
