The White Storm

February 26, 2009
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I wake up by m name... my sister makes sure i walk downstairs. I open my blinds. What I see is only white. My window is frosted. It is beautiful. My mom yells to take pictures. What I see is only white. What I see becomes taller and taller as our backyard seems to get smalller and smaller...what i see is only white. I walk outside.CRUNCH!POP!CRACKLE!SNAP!POP!The ice breaks. HHH HHH HHH. I see my breath. My dog, DRIP DRIP. Oh not on the deck! What I see is only white...and a spot of yellow. What I see becomes taller and taller as our backyard seems to get smaller and smaller. I look at my feet... I slip and BOOM! It hits me. I realize the white is ONLY ICE.





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