The cold, dry, winter air
surrounded me when I climbed into my moms used Honda. I
noticed myself in the mirror, when I was struggling to buckle
and I turned ghostly white. Even my ocean blue eyes looked
lifeless. I shifted in my seat, starting to feel
uncomfortable, and switched the radio on with my shaky hand
and sat back in my seat. My mom clutched the steering wheel.
Her knuckles started turning white. Just as white as my skin,
and the snow on the ground. She soon settled, when she caught
me looking at her in the corner of her eye. “Nia.” She
said. We were stopped at a red light, so she decided to try
to make conversation. “I’m sorry. I-” The sound of a
car horn cut her off. Mom jerked the car forward when she
realized the light turned green. “Please..please don’t
say anything else.” I thought in my head. “It’s already
hard enough to hold back the tears. I don’t need to talking
to ruin it.” I shifted closer to the window. Outside, kids
played in the snow. Screaming and having fun while they were
throwing snowballs at each other. I looked at them. Wishing I
could be one of them. “Please Nia, can we talk?” My mom
asked, trying to make eye contact. We pulled up in the
drive-way of my grandmother’s. We were staying with her
while we were searching for a house closer to the city.
“Please?” My mom tried again. “No.” I thought. Then I
unbuckled my seat belt and slammed the car door behind me.
“How was it?” My Grandmother said, while holding the door
for me. I just sighed at rushed past her. ”
hazeleyes5 · 1 decade ago
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It's so sad, but I like it (: