A Year Without Snow

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Monday, 5th December 2016

I spent the rest of the weekend focusing on the freeing mindset in which I had set my mind on. To come to tearms with this new reality I ended up going to the movies with Grace in which we had fun and she ended up the night confessing that she was afraid I would isolate myself again.

By Monday morning when my alarm clock came to life I stood up at once, walked to my closet and took out a dress. I hadn't worn a dress in so long that I didn't even remember how it felt anymore.

I walked to the bathroom with what used to be my favorite dress. After taking my usual morning shower, I put on the dress with some tights due to the chilly weather outside, and finally some sneakers.

I walked down the hall to my mother's room, but when I got there only an empty bed stood before me and I remembered that she must have taken the morning shift. After walking to the kitchen in what I realized now was an empty house, I made my usual cup of coffee and took out a waffle from inside the yellow box.

I left home just like I would've one year ago, and not 20 minutes later like lately and so I made my way to my car, one part of me with the urge to look at the red painted house next to mine but the logical part of me resisted.

When I got to school and parked my car in the parking lot I noticed a brown-haired boy leaning against a black Fiat that was talking to a guy I didn't know. I walked up to them and when I reached them the first guy turned to me with a smile.

"Lucas, can we talk?"

"Oh, Daisy. Yeah of course." Lucas said while turning to the other guy. "Talk to you later."

We made our way up to the school and I said in a rush, ready to get the words out of my mouth, "Look, I'm so sorry about my behavior last Friday, I hadn't drank anything in a while and I felt like letting go and ended up choosing the worst technique ever. And I also wanted to thank you for putting up with me."

"It's fine, Daisy. We've all gone down that road before, me including." He assured me which made me feel like a weight had been taken off my back.

After the brief conversation with Lucas, I made my way to the Chemistry classroom where I would be having the first class of the day. When walking in a was greeted by a small brown haired guy, who stood in front of me blocking my way, looking directly at me a serious look displaying on his face.

"Uh... Hi, Dallas." I greeted him reticently.

"No time for hi's." He informed me while grabbing me by the arm and guiding me out of the classroom.

"Dallas I want you to know that I'm on a carefree mode."

"No time for carefreeness either." He repeated as we stopped in the middle of a hallway packed with students. "Everything is falling apart! The whole fruit salad is rotting!"

"What the heck is that suppose to mean?" I asked as hurried students passed by us.

"It means that nothing is right! Everything is a big turmoil!" Dallas explained while pushing his hair from his forehead a desperate look displaying on his face.

"Dallas, I still don't get what's wrong."

"First of all Bryson is pissed at you!" He explained as he pushed me out of the way where a running student was passing.

"Big news there."

"No, it's different! He came to my house yesterday completely mad saying that you were- not nice things."

For a moment I wanted to ask him what he had said about me and the night of the party to Dallas but I stopped myself reminded of my new philosophy to get my life together and that consisted of not caring about Bryson's dramas, or at least pretending I didn't care.