Im trying to write a story...ya...litreature isn't my strong point.![]()
Its about a winter i spent in Canada or a day in the winter.its really bleak here,the winters
I once knew a little kid roll a snowball and then he pushed the snowball down the slope and it rolled down the road down down down it fell.and it grew and grew and grew by picking up more and more snow as it rolled downhill.it became huge,it was as big as a two car tires on top of each other.And i was crossing the road on that sunless September morning.Trekking the 1.9km to school in inch thick snow,my nikes and jean's getting soaked through.My jacket barely keeping out the cold.And after walking for 20minutes i had to cross the road.id crossed the road a 100 times before in summer and in the cold snowy winter months too.So i walked and then it hit me...quite literally a giant snowball crashed into me throwing me to the ground and i went under the snow,covered up from head to foot in the cold white snow,my jeans and shirt now completely soaked through with the snow.Snow was everywhere covering me like a white blanket.so i got up,feeling groggy and horrible and headed on my schoolward journey walking in the cold completely soaked and freezing,I walked and walked and walked and went to kill another perfect day at school getting bored to the point of craziness.
And then it hit me,after a couple of snowballs,a weird voice in my head telling me to dump snow over my self and take off my jacket,and do everything in my power to catch a cold.
So i caught a cold and stayed home for a week.and then i got better as soon as it started to get blizzardy...
If you didn't read all of that i don't blame you.
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