Lease this WebApp and get rid of the ads.
Amelia Layne
My first snowball.
Mon Nov 6, 2017 14:10

The school founders had been from a place even further east than Amelia was, so Amelia expected the school grounds to seem a bit cooler than she was really comfortable with when she returned to Sonora. Snow, however, was another matter altogether. She went home every year for midterm and by the time she got back to school, there usually wasn’t much in the way of true winter left on the grounds.

This year, it seemed, was not going to be a usual year.

Amelia stared at the deep white drifts stretching out in every direction, the ice outlining the leaves like a picture on the front of a Christmas card. Such cards were the only places she had ever seen anything like this before; it snowed maybe once in a decade at home. It had last done so when Amelia was tiny; there were photographs, including one of the top of the porch ceiling when Amelia had insisted on taking the camera and trying to take a few pictures, too. That snow had really been glorified frost, spotting the ground, green-brown patches of grass showing through it in more than one place. Amelia couldn’t even tell where the ground was out here.

She stepped tentatively out into it and it soaked immediately through the bottoms of her jeans. More fell into her low-topped sneakers and soaked through her socks. She stared at it with what she was sure was a slightly daft expression – in pictures, people playing in snow didn’t appear soaking wet, but clearly, that was what she would get if she spent any amount of time in this….

Still, she had to throw one snowball. That was just a fact. She might not get a chance for another ten years. Screwing her courage to the sticking place, she put her hand in the mush (it looked so soft, but was in actuality full of sharp little bits of ice) and began pressing it together into a hard ball, glad that making snowballs was not one of those things one needed a lot of expertise in. Then she threw it at a shrub and laughed when it splashed against it, and was pleased enough to keep smiling when she noticed someone looking at her.

“That was my first-ever snowball,” she explained herself.

  • Snow time! DH Skies, Tue Oct 31 17:01
    Not many students or staff stayed at Sonora over Midterm, which meant that the full spectacle of the weather charms was somewhat lost. In spite of the school’s location in the Painted Desert, it had... more
    • My first snowball. — Amelia Layne, Mon Nov 6 14:10
      • I'll be gentle thenKir McLeod, Mon Nov 6 16:27
        Kir’s holidays had been very enjoyable, as they always were. Whilst Christmas Day was a small, family affair, there was always a big party for New Year at the Foundation. His father and aunt’s... more
        • Do you expect me to return the favor?Amelia, Tue Nov 7 19:24
          “Really,” confirmed Amelia, amused by Kir McLeod’s expression and tone when she explained why she was laughing at a snowball. “It doesn’t get cold enough for snowballs where I’m from, or at least I... more
          • I'll give as good as I get...Kir, Sat Nov 11 11:48
            “Where’s that then?” Kir asked, as she explained she was from one of the not so snowy states. He wondered why such people didn’t plan their vacations around getting some snow. He knew he had a slight ... more
            • Excellent.Amelia, Wed Nov 22 20:59
              “South Carolina,” said Amelia when Kir asked where she was from. “The hotter part of it. I think they get a lot of ice in a few places, higher up, but…we don’t.” She didn’t see if her snowball made... more
    • In the gardens we can build a snowman (Tag Jemima)Owen Brockert, Sat Nov 4 18:34
      Owen was looking forward to going back to school and seeing Jemima every day again. He didn't know what he would do once they graduated. Them getting married someday would be inevitable-assuming her... more
      • And pretend that he is Parson Brown. He'll say...Jemima Wolseithcrafte, Wed Nov 8 16:46
        Jemima returned Owen’s hug and kiss warmly. She sort of wished the holidays could go on forever because she found Christmas completely magical and romantic, something that she suspected she would... more
        • ....I walked into that one.Owen, Sat Dec 2 20:16
          Owen considered Jemima's question. "Not an order per se." Truth be told, he didn't always think in terms of orders, ranks, quantifiable data. Just another thing that made him worried about relating... more
          • I don't remember the words going like thatJemima, Mon Dec 11 21:30
            “Mmm, or the crabcakes in Baltimore. Or just the smell of the curries in Providence…” They had been visiting with her slightly more culinarily conservative parents, and had had to opt to try some of... more
            • How about a different song then?Owen, Thu Dec 14 04:44
              His mouth couldn't help watering a bit as Jemima described the different foods but he tried not to think about it as there was still time before the Returning Feast and Owen didn't want to start... more
    • Incoming! [Tag Ben (and any of their friends)]Tess Whittaker, Wed Nov 1 13:53
      Christmas was always a lovely time of year, and this year had been especially lovely. Emma was getting bigger, and able to join in more with present unwrapping, which was so cute! Three operations... more
      • Snowball fight!Ben Pierce, Wed Nov 1 15:16
        Ben loved Christmas break. The festive spirit. Family. Presents. Ski trip with Uncle Four and Reggie. Cole was still only a year and a half old so not quite into it yet (the skiing or Christmas) but... more
    • Jasmine had lived in the southern half of California for as far back as she could remember. Her parents’ ranch had seen snow before, but she could count on one hand the number of times she had seen... more
      • With daylight, too!Tatiana Vorontsova, Wed Nov 1 13:52
        Tatiana had experienced mixed emotions on leaving home for reasons other than hating to leave her family before her name’s day was even past, and these had mostly to do with the weather. On the one... more
        • Tracks in the snowJasmine, Wed Nov 1 15:43
          Jasmine had been a bit taken aback the first few times she had heard Tatiana’s accented and somewhat uncertain English, but as the days of their acquaintance had turns to weeks and then months, she... more
          • These boots are made for walking.Tatiana, Thu Nov 2 13:06
            Trak . That meant, evidently, what a shoe made in snow. Tatiana noted this; absorbing vocabulary from any source she felt reasonably sure of was such a habit now that she didn’t even think about it... more
            • These boots . . . are notJasmine, Fri Nov 3 10:05
              "Poidem!" Jasmine declared cheerfully, repeating the word she could only assume meant "let's go" in Russian. She had no expectation she'd remember it even five minutes from now, but for now, she... more
              • That is unfortunate.Tatiana, Fri Nov 3 12:48
                Tatiana was dreadfully confused at first by Jasmine’s attempt to explain where she had obtained her pretty (if not very weather-appropriate-looking) boots. Had she gotten them from Professor Nash or... more
                • Jasmine nodded and smiled, pleased to know that Tatiana celebrated Christmas, too. She loved Christmas and she always felt a little sad when she found out somebody didn't get the joy of getting a lot ... more
                  • It's a crying shame.Tatiana, Mon Nov 6 13:34
                    Tatiana smiled in pleasure when Jasmine said she did like Tatiana’s earrings. “Thank you,” she said politely. Earring s - that was the English plural, which was logical, as earrings came in pairs, or ... more
                    • I have tearsJasmine, Tue Nov 7 10:11
                      Oh, Alaska. Jasmine pictured a land that consisted of nothing but snow and ice, and maybe a few igloos. Definitely colder than here. She shook her head apologetically when she didn’t recognize the... more
Click here to receive daily updates