One Love

Chapter 1

It all started on what I thought would be just an average day. My eyes fluttered open and gazed out of my frosted window. I could see a winter wonderland outside. I greeted the familiar peaks in the distance with a smile, and began to get ready for school. Before leaving the house, I checked the mirror one last time to make sure I looked decent. My long blonde hair looked a bit wild today, but I decided I didn't want to fight with it. I was wearing a white sweater, tye dye mini-skirt with leggings underneath, and my favorite pair of boots. I am blind as a bat, and instead of poking my eyes out with contacts, I decided to wear my trusty round dork-glasses. Living in Colorado, I have learned to expect a cold springtime. Going out to my driveway, the chilly mist tickled the hairs in my nostrils with every inhale. When I exhaled I could see my breath. I sat in my ancient (yet functioning) Honda Passport. I studied the little crystals on my windshield, taking in their beauty before I wiped them away and began driving to school. The trees were frosted with snow and the roads were slick. It was a scary yet beautiful drive. School went as usual, and I won't waste my breath elaborating on it. After school, I had to go straight to work. Most people hate their jobs and dread going to work but I am the opposite. I work at a small, cozy coffee shop in the forest that always attracts the sweetest and most unique people. I arrived at work and put on my apron and hat. Today there wasn't very many customers. There was one elderly lady who sat on the couch knitting, and a middle aged man working on his computer. For the majority of my shift, the shop was practically dead. About 10 minuets before my shift ended, I stood behind the counter and read my novel Tuesdays with Morrie. Suddenly I heard a bell ring, indicating a customer had walked in. I looked up and just about dropped to the floor...