A Year Without Snow

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Wednesday, 25th August 2004

It was a hot Wednesday afternoon, the sun hit my already red colored cheeks, as the watches marked three o'clock, and the sweet flavor of a strawberry ice cream dripped down my chin. I laid my head back and looked at the clear sky, as a few birds made their way across the blended blue painting the stood above.

"Can we go now?" Bryson asked while he looked intensively at his orange flavored ice cream as orange colored drops of it made their way down his small hand.

"You've spent the last days locked down in the basement, you need fresh hair." Mrs. Kanne replied looking up from the book that was opened on her hands as she sat on a chair that was placed under the shadow of a three that was rested on the Kanne's backyard, "Besides look at this sun, you need vitamin c. You don't get much of these in Egland, Daisy."

"No." I shyly replied as I buried my mouth on the ice cream as an excuse for not having to answer.

"Oh, I'd love to go there! I'd marry that Prince William any day." a voice complained from beside Bryson. I looked over and saw as a ten-years-old brown haired girl laid on a pink beach towel in an also pink bikini as she faced the burning sun.

"Good luck with that, Bianca," Bryson replied, as he looked at me rolling his eyes.

"You'll see, one day I'll be part of the royal family or something and you'll stay here in rotten Oak Hollow." She remarked.

"Okay, I'm tired of being here!" Bryson insisted while standing up from the blue beach towel that we had been sitting on, his ice cream dripping even more, but this time shooting orange liquid into different directions.

"Hey!" Bianca made herself heard again, "Careful pinhead!" She sat straight on the towel while cleaning her face where a few orange drops had fell.

"Bianca. Language." Mrs. Kanne spoke not looking up from the book as if this was a routine.

"He dripped ice cream all over my sunglasses." She replied while taking off the small grey glasses and cleaning them on her towel.

"They were ugly anyway." The red-head boy commented as he looked down at me, "C'mon, Daisy."

We strode off down the green lawn, and I got a glimpse of Bianca rolling her eyes and muttering under her breath something that sounded like 'idiot'.

Bianca was Bryson's older sister. The three years that drifted them apart in age didn't help the troublous relationship that they had. She, unlike her mother and brother, was a brunette girl who I learned was obsessed with Backstreet Boys and The OC, and had a great hatred for our town and an undying dream of leaving to Los Angels, where, as she put it 'The real life was happening'. Along the years Bianca would've come to know a much different definition of life, her teenage years' fading away.

We made our way to the inside of the house and entered the kitchen where Bryson and I grabbed two bags of potato chips and made our way down to the basement.

"We could watch the new Disney movie Finding Nemo," Bryson suggested as we sat crossed legged on the floor our backs rested on the couch and its pillows spread around us.

"Yes! I was going to see that movie at the cinema back at home but then we left," I replied while opening the bag of potato chips and digging my hand inside.

"We have a cinema theater here, it's small but good. We should go there one day!" He suggested while also putting his hand on the bag of potatoes.

"The one back home was huge! Me and dad went there a lot, the last time I saw the new Harry Potter movie." I informed him while clumsily putting a handful of potatoes chips in my mouth.