2. Little star

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The following morning, I woke up earlier than I used to. It was the beginning of the most wonderful time of the year, Christmas preparations. I loved Christmas, it's one of the few good memories I kept from my parents, our Christmas. Pa always used to buy ornaments for the Christmas tree and Ma was cooking delicious cakes. There was good smells in the kitchen, and good feelings in our hearts. I squeeze my head, that's the past. I have to focus myself on what's going to happen next. Christmas is, just as the stars, inspiring. I came out of home before my bus, so I just walked to high school. Outside, it was raining. I loved rain. It was one of the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Around me, there was rain, cold, and this brown eyed and black haired girl. Today hearing a lovely hat, the old fashioned kind of. I don't even know her name. She looks like an angel, she's, I don't know, I can feel something about her is magic. She must be a poet, or a writer, something like this. She shines so brightly. I admired her for so long that I started to freeze there, I looked her walk away inside of the building, to hide from the snow. She must be cold. How lucky will be the one to warm her, and sadly it won't be me.
As I looked at my watch, I realized that Rainyday made me late, so I had to hurry up to be at time at my class, philosophy, my favorite one !

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