feathered love

Snow

(I know it doesn't make sense! But in this timeline it's like December 11- ish?) (Credit of pic goes to owner!)
She, dressed in a dark grey coat which is fluffy on the inside and red leggings. I, in my blue hoodie, grey coat on top and some ear muffs. She grabbed her purse and holds the door for me. I take the hint and go outside.
Breathing in deeply the raw air as it rushes past me. My cheeks heat up at the freezing cold wind. I try not to fall on my butt as I head to her car. I look around, children making snow angels and snowmen. Others having snowball fights. Some drinking hot cocoa, others laughing. Here's another reason why I don't like winter, being reminded that I'm alone.
"C'mon sweetie, don't wanna be late" Anut says as she gets in the car, I nod and get in. During the ride, I zoomed out. Staring at the blanket of white covering the land Looking at all the complete and happy families. I'm grateful that I have anutie but sometimes I wish I had a Normal family. The car stops and Anut kisses my cheek.
"Do you want me to pick you up from school?" She asked, concerned. "If you're not busy" I replied. "Alright" she smiled. I get out and waved as she left. I go into school, not bothering to stop, not caring about other people. I avoided "Them." I can't look at them in the face, especially Tord. I can't, not after that 'night' and the way he made me feel. The way he looked at me. The way he felt. I sit down as people talked to their friends, Even the teacher. I sat my head on my arms on my desk looking outside. Students come rushing in, sigh.
I decided not to go to the cafeteria, "They" would be there. I decided that I would just hang out in an empty classroom. I stare out the window seeing snowflakes started to fall.
Studying it, no snowflake are same, yet none are different. In stories Snow and winter are often used to represent sadness and even death. It's so quiet during winter, Snow absorbs sound, Meaning I'm alone with my thoughts. I don't like loud noises but silence means loneliness. So winter doesn't make sense to me. I mumble

"Are you, Are you, coming to the tree~"
"They strung up a man, they say who murdered three~"
"Strange things have happened here, no stranger would it be~"
"If we met at midnight, in the hanging tree~"

I hum as I close my eyes, tearing up a little. Why can't I be f**king normal?!
I glance around the room, seeing scissors, I quickly grab them. I take off my coat and hoodie. My danm wings flung out flapping a few times. I held scissors in one hand the other my wing. I put the scissors around them, closing the scissors faintly. shaking slightly, heart pounding.
(WHAT IS HE GONNA DO? TAKE A GUESS!!!)