The Winter Snowflake

Chapter 1

𝙏𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙏𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙏𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙏𝙤𝙘𝙠...

I take a glance at the clock.

11:55 a.m.

I groan.

The classroom's pretty silent. Half the class is doing the homework that was assigned, while the rest are mainly taking a nap. It's almost complete silence, besides from a few whispers.

𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳?

I look at Mr. Mesart, who's grading our homework from yesterday.

He's humming happily.

𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?

I eventually decide to take a nap. Before I can put my head down though, someone taps my shoulder.

I turn around.

It's just Laura.

"You seem extremely bored. Don't you have homework, or something?" Says Laura.

"No, not really. I've already finished my homework. I don't really know what else I could do."

"Already?"

"It's not really that hard."

"No, you're just really smart. You didn't have to go to school here. There's better schools."

I sigh.

"I've already told you Laura, I'm not that interested in those schools. Besides, we've been friends since first grade!" I reply.

"Guess you've got a good point." She replies.

***

𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳.

I say goodbye to Laura, then head to my next class. When I make it to my classroom, I greet the teacher and sit in my desk. I patiently wait for my classmates to arrive. When the bell rings I take out my books and start doing the worksheet handed to the class. All of a sudden, there's a knock on the door, and a boy who I've never seen enters the classroom.

The teacher stands up and brings the student to the front of the class.

"Class, we have a new student. His name's Lance. Lance, can you introduce yourself?" The teacher says.

"Oh, hey. I'm Lance. I was born in New York, and I'm fifteen years old." Says the new boy.

"New York? What made you come here?" Asks the teacher.

"My father's busy with work in New York, and my grandmother lives here." Lance replies.

"Oh, I hope you enjoy it here. Take a seat Lance. You'll love it here."

Lance nervously walks to the desks and sits in the empty seat next to me.

𝘜𝘨𝘩, 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?

It wasn't that I disliked him, but I get nervous because I don't know him. I couldn't help but feel self-conscious about myself. I move around a bit, and one of my books falls on the floor.

Lance notices this and bends down to pick it up.

"You dropped your book." He says.

𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸.