At the end of her senior year, the titian-haired titan is facing her most incredible challenge yet: finding out who she is and what she is. Ever since the graduation party-after- party, things have been a little different in Dana's head. She sees things she cannot explain and things she doesn't want to believe. Amongst all of this, kids from her school are being mysteriously murdered and Dana seems to be the missing piece of the puzzle, and she knows it. Sadly, not even her parents believe her and her siblings think she's nuts. There is one person, however, that believes her. Can they convince her of her true identity? Sure. Fine. Whatever.

Perhaps it was an apology he gave to them, that was of the gift of snow that came later on. And the memory of the love of the girl and the way she had danced in the falling flakes of shaved glaze that were coming from the glistening ice angel's face and body seemed to escalate its meaning. Cut with blades never meant to hurt anyone but the green figurines of the people's gardens and the mysteriously frozen majesty of the bricks of rime. It all happened there, it all began to meet its end. He unwillingly wanted to cause harm yet ended up doing the opposite instead. She looked to be just like the ice angel. Her eyes matched the warmth of the dark night as they gazed at him with a deep sort of . . . something, tied behind them. But it looked like what he saw a long time ago: fear, disappointment. And these, including that of pity, he saw in the eyes of those way down the steep and mangled hill, wherein the neighborhood they resided. It was all his fault. "Goodbye." ◈ My adaptation and take on one of the more famous scenes in the Tim Burton movie, ❝Edward Scissorhands❞. A short story.