Just Wandering
Edward Scissorhands
By: Kati Skellington
Where did the snow go? I wandered one cold day. It was in the middle of January and freezing cold outside but not one delicate, little snowflake fell. Just then I remembered the story my grandma told me about ten years ago.
It was one cold night just like this one. "Grandma, Where does snow come from?" I asked her very curiously. "That is a very long story dear." She told me, but I had to know. "Please tell me?" "Well, ok." She said. My grandma told me it began with scissors. Actually not just scissors, but a man with scissors for hands. That man's name was Edward.
She told me how her mom took him in and how he lived with them. He was going to open a salon because he did wacky and different hairstyles. Then her boyfriend made him steal from his parents. He got caught because the door locked on him. I felt so sorry for him. Everybody in the town thought he was of the devil since he just looked a little different, but from listening to the story I knew he was nice and he wouldn't hurt anything or anyone.
At the end of the story my grandma realized she loved him, but they could never be together because everybody in the town now despises him. Everybody chased him back up in the ruined castle where his father created him. My grandma loved him so much that she told everybody that the ceiling collapsed on him and killed him, but he didn't die.
So now, up in that mansion, on cold days like this one, he makes ice sculptures with his hands and the shavings of the ice cover the town like snow. But today is a cold day and there is no snow. I wander if Edward is up there now. I wander if he is lonely in that ruined castle on top of that steep, steep hill. For the rest of my life I will be asking myself the same questions.