(Ok- this is a story that is currently in my brain- and I need to write it down before I forget. It's not too good- but you can still read and comment if you want.)
The first flake fell from the pure white sky, floating delicately down onto the ground, where it clung to the grass before the blades sliced the tiny, unique beauty into a thousand miniscule drops of water. As if this was the sign they were waiting for, the rest of the flakes fell- faster and heavier and faster and heavier as I walked back towards the classroom, dragging my feet as I attempted to stretch out the simple errand I was running for as long as possible. I felt a sudden jerk in my stomach as I looked up at the snow, feeling a phantom hand around my shoulders- which was, sadly, on ly alive in my memory. There was excitement there too- an adreneline I knew couldn't be tamed with a lesson of double physics.
The other students I passed were all clamouring with excitement, but I knew that while they were all anxious about the prospect of a Snow Day, I was thinking about the snow- white skin of Lily.