I woke up today at around 6:30. I dragged myself out of bed, tearing myself away with all my might. As I stumbled to the bathroom I glanced out of the window and noticed a lot of white outside. I walked closer to the window and to my joy found that it was snowing! Beautiful sheets of white covered the floor, blankets over the cars, over the roofs, decorating the trees.. breath-taking.. Excitement shot through my veins, I couldn't wait to be out there and dance in it. I ran to the bathroom and brushed my teeth with an urgency, wanting to be the first to leave my footprints on the snow, before the brats of the street discovered it and messed it all up. I dressed in my warmest, cosiest outfit and left the house for university.
My feet sank into the white sheets of beauty below me, making a crunchy noise, although mildly annoyingly reminding me of sinking into a large sheet of cotton wool (I have a phobia of cotton wool). It was the most snow I had experienced in London, it had to be at least 15cm deep. I trudged on down the street towards the bus stop, taking in every step with great appreciation as I stared in awe at Gods gift before me, snow beautifying everything it covered.
"No buses running today dear" smiled the shop keeper as I was topping up my Oyster card. No buses = can't get to the tube station = no uni = woooohoooo! I ran home and shook my brothers awake, much to their annoyance. "BUT IT'S SNOWING!" I screamed. Eventually I got them awake. Their school had been cancelled, so we decided to have a snowball fight :D We played for a while in the back garden, but I decided that their ganging up on me was unfair and thought I'd enlist the help of some of my neighbours!
Since my brothers refused to do it, I walked up to my neighbour's door, knocked and waited. "Can Sarah and John come out to play?" Their mum looked at me with a smirk on her face, obviously taken aback at the 21 year old girl at her door asking if her son and daughter could come out to play. I swallowed my embarassment and maintained my pleading smile. John was 16, a high-school drop out and a heavy smoker. Sarah was 18, known to be a little bit promiscuous, and a typical moody teen. Still, I knocked with the slight hope that for old times sake they'd swallow their teenage pride and come out to play with us. We had a close upbringing with them, they were our closest childhood friends, we would spend every waking moment in each others' back gardens, playing barbies, cops and robbers, water fights. But it had been quite a few years since we had started to drift apart - adolesence kicked in and I hardly saw them thereafter.
"They're asleep I'm afraid", said their mum, as she returned. I wasn't suprised at her answer, but thought I'd try anyway. I continued to play with my brothers, but after 10 mins saw both John and Sarah emerge reluctantly. I was glad that they had come out.. for old times sake. I threw a snowball at their direction, and was in return pelted with bigger, more painful ones. I shreiked with pain. I am a wimp.
Soon other kids from the street came out to play with us, many more, including some other distanced childhood friends, some of whom had multiple children of their own (with unknown fathers). It was good to laugh and run with them once more :) It was also a good opportunity for me to let some anger out on some of the little brats of the street. There's this one girl, a little bratty tomboy, about 10 years old, who for some reason has got a problem with my little Omie and is always bullying him. I managed to grab her behind a bush and pushed a huge snowball in her face, ahahahahaha. She walked off spitting snow out of her mouth lol. Revenge had been served.. sweet sweet revenge.. :D
Old and young had gathered in our usually ghostly street. Laughter echoed through the crisp cold air, and a kind of bond formed between us all - old enemies smiled and greeted each other as children meandered between their legs. Life was injected into B. street at that moment.. this fall of snow was a magical event..
^Miss bling bling snow thing-s
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3 comments:
Awwww what a wonderful and mystical-like story! I read it like 6 times. The imagery in your writing was supurb. As I was reading I could picture the events you were writing, chuckling at the humorous aspects, and conjuring up images of your reactions and mannerisms, I LOVED it baby! I really think you should take up novel writing.
Looks like you enjoyed the snow-- makes me miss the snow as well. In Denver, there used to be huge snowball fights on our streets, I loved the feeling of nailing someone right on the head or on the ass, and making snow forts, and playing tackle american football in the snow. My dad used to nail me hard with snowballs, and would laugh his ass off, which I still remember and think to myself, I'm gonna get him back! lol
Thanks for sharing S, was an enjoyable read *mach*
-m
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH @ MS. BLING THING SNOW THING
Is that your creation?
-m
Wait a minute, is ms. thing wearing bob's hat??
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