"Delila! ¡Almuerzo!" My mother called from the kitchen. I swore, I had my coat halfway on in my bedroom when she called. A Friday snow day got me all riled up, especially when I got up at four o'clock anyway. I gave a small sigh, setting the coat down and heading to the dining room. I could already smell the sweet scent of the corn tortilla and meat sauce. Of course, my mother made these every Friday, but it was the first day since the end of summer break that I had smelt them fresh, and it was heaven.
"¡Isabella, hands off the queso!" My mother had scolded to my younger sister, who was standing on the chair in an attempt to reach her plate early. I quickly tried to reach my own, and surprisingly succeeded. Usually, my mother was so strict that I had to make sure that both me and my sister were in line. I smirked slightly, grabbing a bit of meat and cheese, ignoring the vegetables. I needed to get outside. NOW. I mean, I didn't need to, per say, it was such a want, it was a need. I quickly eat, ignoring the flavor entirely. As I set the plate in the sink, I grab my sister by the arm, and we both get our coats on as fast as we can. New snow, new fire, new hot chocolate, but best of all, new snowman.
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Random December Celebratory Stories
CasualeWow, long title! This is where I'll put all my human ocs' random stories... except they all take place in December, in a town of Honeybrook, Michigan, right at the tip of the thumb, near Port Austin. Happy December!!
