…Stressed over essays and exams, Mya was delighted to finally have a snow day. Rushing to the phone, she called up her best bud, Ryan, and asked him if he wanted to hang out at the park. He seemed a bit busy but agreed nevertheless. Scavenging through her closet, the young teenager found her boots, mittens, and favorite hoodie. In no time, she was bundled up from head to toe. However, the minute she eagerly stepped her left foot outside the squeaky door, the phone cried in a constant prattling manner. It was Ryan on the other line.
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Ryan: “Hey, listen I’m sorry but something came up.”
Ryan: “Yeah, my mom wants me to do something and well--I can’t get out. I’ll see what I can do. I’m really sorry, hun.”
Mya: “It’s okay.” (sigh) “It’s not like I was excited or anything. We’ll do something another time.”
Ryan: “Sorry.” (Regretful voice) “I PROMISE I’ll make it up. I’ll call you later. Bye, hun.”
In a depressed manner, she hung up the phone and made her way gloomily towards the door. She needed to get out and if that meant going alone; that’s exactly what she had to do…
Entering the park, Mya noticed the glass trees and the white grass surrounding her. The image was breathtaking, yet the silence was deafening. The simple trickling of ice could be heard in the far distance. She grew more aware of her loneliness and walked in a heightened desperation. She truly felt alone.
Scurrying through the snow, the young girl felt the wind’s rage slashing and marring her delicate face. She remained hard, yet a few drops managed to escape her eyes. Wiping her tears with her moist mittens, she stopped abruptly to spot a boy sitting on the edge of an abandoned bench, biting his nails furiously. Approaching the young boy, Mya’s worries disintegrated into the already thin air.
Sitting down next to him, she whistled a familiar tune and caught his attention.
Noticing his uneasiness, she gently smiled and asked his name. However, the boy remained unresponsive and rocked awkwardly in his seat. Attempting once again, Mya spoke in a slow and clear voice.
Mya: “Hey. How are you?”
The boy stopped rocking.
Mya: “Do you like the snow?”
The boy’s lips trembled and then gradually turned into a smile.
Mya: “You do?”
The boy nodded his head slowly and progressively quickened speed.
Mya: “Did you come with your mommy?”
Once again, he began rocking awkwardly in his seat. Biting his nails, the young boy went into deep thought and remained speechless. After five minutes, he shook his head. Understanding the young boy’s inabilities, Mya attempted to avert his nervousness until someone, he recognized, arrived.
Mya: “Do you like colors?
The boy stopped rocking again.
Mya: “What’s your favorite color?
In a trembling voice, the young boy spoke of the color blue.
The two continued to talk and enjoyed each other’s company. Five minutes into the conversation about shapes and colors, a voice was heard, coming from the road.
“Hey Jimmy! Guess what I brought? I got you your Favoorritee Hot Chocolate with Marshmellows. Jimmy loves marshmallows!”
Recognizing the voice, Mya jurked her neck in an instant.
Mya: “Hey! I didn’t know you knew my new friend. He’s quite a character! We were just discussing shapes and the color blue.”
Ryan: (in a hushed voice) “Remember I told you I couldn’t make it earlier. Well yeah, Jimmy’s my brother and I promised to take him out.”
Mya: (normal voice) “Hey it’s all good. I just made a new friend.”
Jimmy: “I found a friend today, too!”
Mya: “Hey. Isn’t it a little cold today; you know to be sitting here?”
Boy: “Atleast, I don’t have school today.”
Mya: “Yeah I agree. Snow days are fun, aren’t they?”
Boy: “I guess, but how am I supposed to know?”
Mya: “Why, what happened?”
Boy: (rolls eyes) “My brother thinks girls are more important than me so…so…so…wait…why should I tell you?”
Mya: “Nevermind. I was just making sure you were okay.”
Boy: “Maybe I am.”
Mya: “Fine. I’ll let you be.”
Boy: “Wait, maybe I’m not. I’m sorry. Do you mind waiting till my brother gets back? He kind of left me…alone. I don’t know about you, but is it me or it is really quiet here?!”
Mya: “Yeah, I know what you mean.”
“Hey, Mya! I was just calling you. I promised my mom I would babysit my brother. After she left, I asked him if he wanted to go outside to play in the snow and he was ecstatic.”
Mya: “Wait…then why’d you leave your brother alone, here though?”
Ryan: “Looking for reception…stupid cell phones; can never get reception!”
Mya and Ryan laughed, while the young brother remained speechless. When the laughter settled down, the young brother threw two snowballs and began a massive snow fight...they spent the rest of the day the way a snow day should be spent.