|Thirty Days of Writing: Snowflake
Author: shieldmaiden56 PM
Part of the thirty days of writing challenge. Prompt is "snowflake"Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 863 - Reviews: 2 - Follows: 2 - Published: 07-03-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3038373
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A muffled groan emanated from underneath the covers as Trent reluctantly opened his eyes and swung his legs over the side of his bed. Quickly he padded across his room to his window to discover the source of the noise that had awakened him from his slumber. It didn't take him long for him to spot Myra standing in his driveway, throwing pebbles that lightly rapped against his window before bouncing back down. He opened the window and leaned out, then in a soft voice so as to not wake the neighbors said, "What is it?"
"Trent!" Myra softly yelled back up to him. "The first snow's about to start! Get down here!" She beamed up at him and held out her hands in a pleading gesture. Trent rolled his eyes as he pulled back into his room and shut the window. In the two months that he had been here, one thing he had learned was to expect the unexpected from Myra Fischer. He rapidly pulled a black jumper over his pajamas and slipped his feet into his sneakers. Carefully, Trent opened the door of his room and peered out into the hall. Once he was sure that no one was awake, he silently tip toed down the hall and stairs, being sure to pause at the bottom and listen for either of his parents. Confident that he had not awakened them, he yanked his gloves and beanie on, then dashed out the front door, taking care to close it as silently as possible.
The moment the door clicked shut, he turned and found himself face to face with Myra's bouncing figure. "Come on!" she excitedly said as she clasped his hand and dragged him out to the sidewalk. The two of them ran for several moments before reaching the fence at the end of the cul-de-sac. They both managed to hop it with ease and resumed running until they were a good enough distance away from the neighborhood. Myra released her clasp on Trent's hand and turned her head towards the starless sky, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue.
"It's not gonna snow, Myra. The weatherman said it was only a 30% chance."
"Ith to! Any chance of thnow ith good enough for me," Myra responded without pulling her tongue in. Trent let out a small, amused laugh before sitting on the cold ground. He figured he'd let her have her fun for thirty minutes, but if there was no snow then he was going back home to bed.
Myra remained motionless in the same position for a few more minutes, then closed her mouth and joined Trent on the ground with a dejected look. She quietly grasped at the grass and pulled clumps of it up from the ground in order to keep herself busy. "Do you really believe that weatherman?" she softly asked without looking up.
"Well, he has more knowledge on the subject than we do, so yea," Trent said with a shrug of his shoulders. He peered over at his friend and saw her body sag a little with his response. "But, there is still a chance," he added in an effort to put an optimistic spin on the night for her. Her eyes shown out at him from behind her mass of black hair and he could see them glimmer a little with hope.
Twenty minutes later found the two children sitting back to back, Trent's head lolling forward in a drowsy daze and Myra's staring up at the sky hoping that she would get to see the first snow of the season. She was just about to give up when Trent's head jerked up and smacked into her's, causing her to yelp out in pain. "Ack, sorry, Myra! But look! Look on the ground just there!" Trent yanked her around and she directed her gaze to where he pointed. Not two feet away from them, a singular snowflake lay on the ground. The children crawled over to it hurriedly and stared at its beauty. It was a wondrous snowflake to behold in that it was intricately detailed as though someone had taken a large amount of time to design it.
"It's amazing," Myra breathed as she continued to stare at the snowflake. The next thing they knew, snow mixed with snowflakes began to drift down from above and cover the ground in a virtual parade of indescribable beauty. Myra stood and gasped, clapping her hands in glee. "It's really happening, Trent! It's the first snow!" She danced about a little before stopping and opening her mouth, catching a snowflake on the tip of her tongue. She looked over at Trent and pointed at the half melted flake on her tongue with a large smile on her face. He couldn't help but laugh and stick out his own tongue to catch snowflakes of his own. In that night, Trent learned that a little optimism can go a long way and that Myra was definitely as unique as any snowflake, a spectacular girl and friend in her own right.