Snowfall *EDITING*

CHAPTER ONE

Deleted this story because I wasn't very happy with the first chapter, ahah. Really hoping to go far with this story! Please be nice on me because this is kinda my first story that Im really going to go far with.

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    I had stood there, shock painting itself  elegantly on my face, as if I was a painting and not a delicate teenage girl. The lady who had broken the news to me seconds ago was still talking but I couldn't hear anything, I only saw her bright pink lips moving, forming words. Words that didn't mean anything to me.

Your parents have been in an accident.

     She was joking. She had to be. I had just seen my parents this morning when I ran down the stairs, afraid I was late for school. My father had a cup of coffee firm in his hand, as his eyes skimmed over yesterdays newpaper, but I knew that was he was just occupying himself so he didn't have to help my mom clean the dishes. My mother stood in a rode, her blonde curls pulled back in a ponytail, making he blue eyes pop. Sometimes I wished I had her blonde locks, but I got stuck with my father's cameral brown hair. I  hadn't bothered to give my mom a kiss on her cheek, or to give my dad a hug. I just yelled a goodbye as I raced out the door.

They're at the hospital.

    "Your lying!" I whispered, my lips quivering. My eyes swelled up with tears that I refused to let roll down my cheeks. I couldn't cry, not here, not in front of someone. Crying was good, my mother always said that, but never in front of something, because then you show them what makes you weak, and I don't want to be weak.

    The blonde hair girl had offered me a pity smile, and a shake of her head. I wondered if this was a normal occurrence, breaking the ugly news to teenagers, watching their world crumple down in a pile of sorrow in front of them.

It's not looking good.

    "Yes you are!" I screamed at her. The way she looked at me, the way her eyes screamed, 'I'm sorry' was what sent me off the edge. She wasn't sorry, how could she be? She didn't know my parents. She was unaware of the terrible jokes my father said at the dinner table just to get a laugh out of my mom because he lived by that joyous sound that came from her mouth. She didn't know that my mothers first kiss was my father, or that my father use to tell me his life started when he met my mom. No, that lady didn't know anything about my parents.

    Before I know what I was doing, my legs had started moving and soon enough I was racing down the hallway of the school. They had dragged me out of class to tell me this news.

We have a ride available for you to the hosital.

     I had passed the lockers where my ex-boyfriend, Lucas, and I had shared our first kiss. Back then that seemed like the biggest thing but as I raced passed it, eyes holding back tears, it didn't seem like that big of a deal.

    The hallway was coming to an end as I picked up speed. I wouldn't break down here, not with the slight chance someone would see me. My shoes squeaked as I made a sharp turn and ran towards the main door, still holding back tears and sobs.

    I pushed the main door open and sped out of the school, down the stairs that led up to the entrance, through the parking lot, onto the cement sidewalk. I kept running, down the street, across the road, down the trail. My mind was sent on one place; the forest.

    The only place I felt safe and happy in. The one place that I shared so many moments with him. I don't know why I had always thought of him in times of need, maybe it was because his face would just comfort me. As I ran into the forest the trees scraped my bare arms.