Blessed

Blizzard

    James rushed out the door, gently dragging his 6-year-old brother behind him as they ran to school. He had woken up late, and his school was six minutes away. His brother didn't help either, with his whining about that he didn't want to go to school. Both dressed in a bit too small breeches, and uncomfortable shoes they managed to run a decent amount. In order to not be too late to get to school. It was quiet until the younger of the two decided to talk.
 "James, I don't want to go," he whined while kicking his feet onto the dirt path. 
 "I know, George," James said exasperated and slightly out of breath. 
 "James I don't feel good, I don't want to go today," George said, finally looking into his eyes, to convince his older brother that they shouldn't go that day.   
 "Georgie, listen, Ma would be sad if we didn't go to school. Do you want to make her sad Georgie."
 "No," he said sighing, "But it's cold."
 "School'll be over in a while, okay? It's not going to take that long. When it's over Ma'll make us a cup of hot chocolate, 'kay?"
"'Kay."
 Once the two children go to school, and into their separate rooms, the day went by as normal, uninteresting with a side of dull, as well as a slight chill. Even though the day kept getting colder with every passing minute nobody thought anything of it, it's the beginning of the cold season, nothing out of the ordinary, they thought.
 Then everything went to hell. Snow caked the windows and if you were to go out, you would surely freeze. The peaceful clear sky day, became a day of a ferocious blizzard, a day that would soon be known as the Schoolchildren's Blizzard.
 All James could think was George. He needed to see his brother. His hands shook, his breath quickened and his eyes watered.
He yelled for his brother, his baby brother Georgie, his baby brother who was only 4 years younger than him. He ran around the school, feet sinking into the quickly rising snow. Even as he yelled with all his might he could hardly hear himself over the harsh winds of the blizzard. He shivered so hard that his teeth clattered like a skeleton, his wool sweater doing nothing against the merciless winds of the blizzard.
      His breath slowed the longer he stayed out in the freezing weather. His hands and feet becoming numb to the cold, but still, he continued looking for his baby brother. He then started thinking,  What if he went home. What if Georgie went home, and he's waiting for me alone because Ma's at work. 
 Just the thought of it made his hands clench, nails digging half-moons into his palms. It made his already short bursts of breath slow, even more, eyes clenched, body freezing. The gusts of wind threatening to blow him into the snow didn't help him deal with his emotions. After taking deeper breaths of air he finally calmed down. He looked up and around trying to find the road that led to home, where hopefully George was. 
While heading down a snow-covered path he saw some women pulling children into their homes and people running down the roads. A woman that he recognized as a teacher named Loie Royce was leading three students down the road as well. But still, he continued trudging down the road looking for his home. 
    Time continued, James not knowing how long he was out in the blizzard. At times he thought he saw a young boy running in front of him but every time he went to look again there was nothing there. He continued calling for his brother, he couldn't give up on the thought of him being safe at home, George making it home before the blizzard got to its worst, just as he had taught him.
    James was getting tired, his eyes closing slightly, the only thing keeping him awake was the thought of George. He continued stumbling looking around, but still not being able to see much but the white curtain of snow surrounding him. He continued to see the young boy, or at least he thought he did, but the drowsier he became the more he started to see the boy and for longer too. 
    James then saw who the boy was. It was George.  He was wearing the same ratty pair of breeches and his wool sweater. There was no snow on him as if the blizzard wouldn't dare touch the six-year-old boy. His brown hair was as messy as it was the last time he saw him. It was just that morning when James was saying that he would see him once school had ended. 
    George was looking at him with a wrinkled brow and a slight frown. He looked at James with tears in his eyes, jaw clenched. James stared at George for a while before calling his name and sprinting for him in his snow-covered clothing. He slid on his knees once he got to his brother's figure.  He tried hugging his brother, only for George to move out of his reach. 
    "George where were you," James said voice slightly shaky from his strenuous yelling, and the cold. 
    "I was waiting for you, at home," George said, voice slightly shaky, but from tears instead of use. "I remember the way back.  We can go together and wait for Ma to get home and make the hot chocolate."
    "Yeah, okay," James said, not complaining now that the exhaustion was catching up to him. Around seconds later they made it home, James crashing onto the couch in the living room.
    The tears in George's eyes started falling, cascading like waterfalls out of his brown eyes and down his round cheeks. "You can rest now. Ma and I'll be here when you wake up."
    "Okay. Night. Love you, Georgie. Never do that again, ok, promise."
    "Promise."

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So....
Its been a while....
Almost a year I think.
I made this is like a span of two days, so you should judge it as harsh as possible. Comment what you think, please.
I did this for an narritive I had to in school and disliked how the teacher graded it so why not let a bunch of strangers judge it instead. Right!?

Anyways... see y'all next time, sweeties!!