Organized Chaos | OCs and Short Stories

Snow Day

This is another story that I wrote for school, and it's a lot more recent than the last one!

Hopefully y'all enjoy these and I'm sorry I haven't been posting as much, it's tech week and I haven't been able to touch my computer or iPad for the last week and a half...

Anyway here you go!

Characters: Ray and Zoey

Word count: 1034

It was a cold January morning, a Monday, and six-year-old Ray knew that something was different from the moment she woke up. The light streaming in through the thin curtains was brighter than usual, and when she slipped out of bed, the air was a still kind of cold despite the heating in the house being on. There was also a silence, with no birds chirping out the window like they usually did.

Ray crept over to the window and pushed the curtains open, standing on her tiptoes so that she could see outside. When she peered through the glass and caught a glimpse of what it looked like, she gasped, smiling.

It looked like the whole world had been painted over with shimmering white paint. The cold winter sun glanced off the blanket of snow, reflecting into the window and making everything look brighter. Ray could see some of her neighbors outside, shoveling snow out of their driveway or making snowmen and snow angels in their front yards. The kids across the street were having a snowball fight, complete with small walls of snow to hide behind and piles of snowballs next to them.

Ray pushed away from the window and ran out of her room, stumbling down the stairs and into the kitchen, where her mother was sitting at the table with a computer and some papers in front of her.

"Mama, look! It snowed out, look!" Ray said excitedly, pulling on her mother's sleeve.

"I know, sweetie. Don't go outside without a coat and a hat, okay?"

Ray pouted. "I wanna play, though! Can you come with me?"

Her mother sighed, finally looking away from her computer. "I'm busy, Ray. Mama's got work to do. Why don't you take your sister outside?"

"But I want to make a snowman. She's too small to make a snowman," Ray said.

Ray's father walked into the room, tiredly rubbing his head and moving to the kitchen counter where the coffee maker was. As the noise of the machine starting filled the room, Ray turned her gaze on him, leaving her mother to go back to the computer.

"Da, will you make a snowman with me? Pretty please?" She begged, her eyes widening into a pleading look.

He shook his head. "I'm too tired today, Ray. Your mama is right. Be a good big sister and take Zoey outside, okay?"

"But--"

"Ray?" Came a small voice from the doorway, and Ray looked over to see her younger sister standing there. With Zoey being only three years old, it sounded more like she said way. "There's white... stuff outside. What is that?"

Ray's excitement came back almost immediately. "That's snow! It's cold and wet and really really fun. You can play in it, too! Let's go!" She grabbed Zoey's hand and pulled her little sister down the hall, all the while chattering on about the snow.

"Don't forget your jackets!" Their father called after them.

Ray took extra care getting Zoey into her jacket and hat, even through protests from the younger girl who insisted she could do it herself. "It's part of my job," Ray informed her, pulling on a winter coat and wrapping a scarf around her neck. "I'm a good big sister, so I get to do it." She finally slipped gloves on each of their hands and, satisfied, pushed the front door open.

The cold air bit at their faces, the only part of them left without warm cloth protecting it, but Ray didn't mind. She jumped into the snow with a bright smile, stomping around as she tried to stand evenly on the snow. Zoey took a much more careful approach, toddling down the steps one at a time and touching the snow curiously.

The girls spent the morning playing around in their front yard. Ray taught Zoey how to make snow angels, and once they had made plenty, they rolled snow into small balls and built mini snowmen all over the yard. The kids across the street even came over and asked Ray to join their snowball fight, but she told them she wasn't allowed to cross the street. Instead, she made a small pile of snowballs and set to tossing them in Zoey's direction, who tried to catch them for a few minutes before she realized what she was supposed to do and started making snowballs to throw back.

Eventually, however, their mother came outside, and the two girls stopped messing around in the snow as she approached. Ray put down the snowball she had been forming. "Is it time to go back inside?" She asked, helping Zoey get up from where she was sitting.

Their mom opened her mouth to speak, but paused for a second as she looked around at what the girls had made of the snow in their yard. Finally, she shook her head with a smile. "No, I just finished my work, so I thought we could build a snowman? A big one," she added, seeing Ray's glance at all of their tiny ones.

The girl's eyes grew wide, sparkling with joy in the winter sun. "Yes, yes, yes!" She exclaimed, pulling her mother along. The woman laughed, bending down and showing her daughters how to roll the snow into an even bigger ball than the snowballs that they had gotten so used to making. When they were halfway done making the second one, their father came out of the house and joined them, and together the family built a snowman in the front yard. Their parents disappeared inside for a second, reappearing with an extra carrot and a scarf. Ray wrapped the scarf around the snowman while their mother lifted Zoey up to stick the carrot into the middle of the face.

When Ray finally managed to get two sticks and placed them onto the sides of the snowman, the family stepped back to admire their creation. "You were right, Ray," her mother said, ruffling the girl's hair through her hat. "Building a snowman was fun."

Ray beamed, and the rest of the snow day was spent together, playing out in the winter air until their faces were rosy with cold and laughter.

That ending is very cheesy but it got me a good grade so oh well