I walk up the bitter cold side walk. I look down to see that the snow is soaking through my ripped up old mohicans making my feet very wet. I look up and I can see the snowflakes stuck to my eyelashes. I blink they melt making it look like I'm crying,but I'm not. I look ahead and see three trees covered in blankets of snow and I wonder why they call it that because a blanket is saposed to keep you warm and it is definatly not warm out here. I walk into the school and my first thought is,"will we get out early today"?
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