A love for Winter

A Love For Winter

I knew that if I went back in to the house that the flame would start all over again
It wasn’t until then; I knew that I was in love. That was the day I felt extreme passion; the rain, the wind, and the back drop of my thinking was swallowed as if it were temporary. A Moment of bliss, as the rain pounded the concrete outside and wind spun leaves in the air; you were in my arms just has you should have been, the thunderstorm was far greater inside then the one outside. But just as quickly as raindrops turn into hail, my thinking took me back into reality, this present time and my slumber began.

It was winter, and the ice on the cars proved it, some of the neighborhood kids were outside despite of the icy air that bit them as they ran. Winter was always my favorite, the smoke from the chimney let me know that mom was cooking something that was good and hot enough to defrost me. Dad was at work, he always was, but all the hard work paid off at the end of the week, because daddy would always give us a little extra allowance, $20.25 I saved for a whole month just to go down the street to the outside mall to buy this cute jacket I wanted.

I was not that into fashion, but this coat I just had to have, it was waist length, black and had two pockets in the front with fake stones on them. This will keep me warm, I thought as I tried it on in front of the mirror, everyone is going ask where I got this from, the thought of the other girls liking something I had excited me. I was not the popular on in school, in fact I was the ‘nerd the “bookworm the ‘quite girl” the one who never had a boyfriend or even girl friends to say the least. But I was me, unique in so many ways, but to afraid to show it.

Mondays, was always so hard for me to wake up, the wind outside made a howling sound like a whistle, I knew by that sound that could were my jacket. Honey, mom called from downstairs, come and eat before you be late for school”, “here I come mom”, I always said, normally it would take me another 10 minutes to get down stairs. Breakfast was usually quick and filling, cereal, toast and a glass of orange juice.

“Cute Jacket”, you are going to catch some eyes wearing that” mom said, “thanks mom, but I think that it is going to take more than a jacket to have someone notice me.
The sky was in tears as I walked outside, the trees swayed from right to left as if they wanted to wipes the sky’s tears way. The smell of rain, I loved it, it was perfume to my sense of smell almost captivating, breathtaking, and it was love.

I got to school right when the bell rang, this is not normal, I was at school well before the bell rang on most days, I always gave myself time to stop at the locker to get my books, today was different. “Please be seated, Mr. Dun free said as I walked into the class, I sat in the back , hiding, shunned away from the rest of class, it was my normal practice to this. But, to my surprise another student joined the class, sitting right next to me, we smiled at each other, caught eyes, and turned way quickly from each other, and from out of no where, I heard it, “you look really cute with that jacket on”, it seemed as though a thousand butterflies caught a hold of my intestines and began to eat away at them, a feeling I never felt before. “Thank you” I said. For the next couple of weeks me and the new student began to get know each other quite well, Time was even spent together outside of school, at the skating rink, the movies, Finally, I thought I have someone that really likes me for me, a friend, buddy, someone I could confide in, a partner in crime, but did the new student really like me for me, or was the jacket just covering up something that could not be seen.

by: Markita Pallett