Post by Emma McDougall on Dec 12, 2016 4:29:44 GMT
Snow was pretty. A simple thought but a true one all the same. Staring up at the snow falling down she smiled singing softly along to Shawn Mendes singing "Stitches" her nose tingling as snowflakes melted. The sun went down so early now leaving the purple sky as her background, but that suited her just fine. The light from the school was enough for her and laying there in the snow she felt like she was in a giant snow globe. Most of the students were safely inside the warmth of the building by now even though it wasn't even past seven.
Her back was soaked from the melted snow, but again she didn't mind. Today had been a good day. No sticking, to anything! Still smiling she spread out her arms swishing them again to freshen up her snow angel wings. Her fiery hair spread out from her the snow dampening it darker than usual. Emma imagined she looked like her head was bleeding, but she liked to think she looked like an angel aflame with holy fire. Perhaps her mother's bedtime stories still left an impression on her after all.
Closing her eyes she focused on the feeling of the flakes melting and the sweet, sweet voice of Shawn. If he'd ever look at a girl like her she'd marry him in a minute just to have him sing to her. Sure she thought that about a lot of singers, but not many were so close to her age. Or so cute. "Just like a moth drawn to a flame. Oh you lured me in I couldn't sense the pain." How true those words rang out from her mouth a little louder since she felt so alone in her snow globe. It wasn't a horrible voice not confident at all, but far from ear drum damaging. Snow was magical she'd missed having magic in her life. Tears threatened but she focused on the song instead hands fisting in the snow.
Her back was soaked from the melted snow, but again she didn't mind. Today had been a good day. No sticking, to anything! Still smiling she spread out her arms swishing them again to freshen up her snow angel wings. Her fiery hair spread out from her the snow dampening it darker than usual. Emma imagined she looked like her head was bleeding, but she liked to think she looked like an angel aflame with holy fire. Perhaps her mother's bedtime stories still left an impression on her after all.
Closing her eyes she focused on the feeling of the flakes melting and the sweet, sweet voice of Shawn. If he'd ever look at a girl like her she'd marry him in a minute just to have him sing to her. Sure she thought that about a lot of singers, but not many were so close to her age. Or so cute. "Just like a moth drawn to a flame. Oh you lured me in I couldn't sense the pain." How true those words rang out from her mouth a little louder since she felt so alone in her snow globe. It wasn't a horrible voice not confident at all, but far from ear drum damaging. Snow was magical she'd missed having magic in her life. Tears threatened but she focused on the song instead hands fisting in the snow.