Random December Celebratory Stories

Delila- Snow

But it's too cold to go to school!" My sister complained for the millionth time.

My mother only shook her head in response, zipping up her own coat. "Come on, Isa, or else we're going to be late."

I was sat at the dining room table, putting my boots on. No, not snow boots, rain boots. While my sister got to get a ride to school, I had to walk. And I learned my lesson when I accidentally figured out that the five centimeter pothole was actually five inches. I smiled at the thought, grabbing the other.

My sister refused once more, and I restrained the urge to scold her myself. Sure, she was eight, but...

My mother grabbed her by the arm, giving her a look. "You are going to school because you are not sick."

I rolled my eyes, opening the door. "I'll see you," I said simply, shutting it behind me. Now started my seven minute walk to school. Only potholes and idiots stood in my way. And my driveway. My driveway was long, and was practically a maze. One wrong move, and I would be soaked. I shook my head, realizing my mistake: half a foot deep puddle. Growling, I look up to see the rain drip onto my face. Slowly but surely as I walked once again, the rain subsided into an incredibly light, beautiful, and cold snow. I smiled. Only took almost all of December. I gotta tell you, hombre, Michigan is crazier than my memories of Mexico. Chrystina would get a kick out of this, I know that for a fact.