The Snow's Memory

The Snow's Memory

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Rosy, a little girl who has lost more than loved is taken away from her best friend Jasper. With last goodbyes and gifts in hand she leaves. The flurry fell, landing gracefully on my palm. The cold sensation sent chills through my arm and I giggled,"Rosy, its gone." Jasper said sadly. I looked down and he was right, the frozen rain drop was gone,"Its ok Jasper. It just melted. And you know what, it'll come back." I said shaking my hand to get rid of the water. His face lit up as he smiled,"It will! Will you come back?" A friend ship that goes beyond any other is torn apart by a broken family. With the hardships of loss then the news of a new addition, the family is forced to move. As she walked away her footsteps were forever carved into the snow's memory.
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Something came to Gisselle, when she suddenly crashed into a car while driving, a guy was there, helping her and trying to heal her. She felt something in her hand, she could smell it. She had a flower held in her hand. "Keep it safe, you might need it for luck." The guy's voice was low and mysterious. "What for?" I said, my head felt unconscious and light headed, I felt like I don't remember anything and wanted to throw up because of being light headed. The guy hasn't respond, but I got up to the door and deciding that if I should go home or go to school in the middle of the day. A hand held my wrist, still holding the flower that was in my hand. "Not yet, I'm not done. You have a major bruise on your head, I'll get you some ice." I didn't want ice, I felt like I wanted to go home, but I stayed for a while because I don't know where had my car go or where to exit. How did I get here? What happened? Why am I here? I needed answers, but I guess I'll save it for the last.

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