Snow
By Friday people had stopped staring at me so much and I had fallen into the routine of skipping gym class to cook with Rose. She seemed determined to bake every dessert in existance, it was fun. Linda, Six, and Elani, were all nice to me, and have apparently made me a permanent resident at their table. Wammy's had an enormous library, I spent most of my time there like most kids, except they were studying, unlike me, I was just reading.
My first weekend at Wammy's came and passed without incident. I stayed in my room and read 'Emma', by Jane Austen for the millionth time and cooked with Rose; Turkish delight. I've always loved Turkish delight ever since I read 'The Chronicles of Narnia; The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe'.
On monday we had a pop essay on 'Wuthering Heights', but it was pretty easy, English is pretty much the only class I'm half decent at.
All in all, I was feeling a lot more comfortable than I thought I would feel by this point, a lot more comfortable than I ever thought I would feel here.
When class was over, the air outside was full of swirling bits of white. Kids were shouting ecstatically to each other.
"Wow," said Six, "it's snowing."
I looked at the little cotton fluffs that were building up against the sidewalk and swirling erratically past the windows.
"Ew," I said. Snow. There went my good day.
He looked surprised, "don't you like snow?"
"No, it means it's too cold for rain." Obviously, "besides, isn't it supposed to come down in flakes -you know, each one unique and all that jazz. These just look like the ends of Q-tips."
"Haven't you ever seen snow fall?" Six asked incredulously.
"Sure I have," I paused, "on TV."
Six laughed, "since when do people believe TV?"
"Good point. I have to go study now, see you later."
"You're just like Mello, always studying, never having fun. But I guess you are his sister."
"Don't remind me."
"Why? Did something happen?"
"He hates me, he hates that someone who's related to him could possibly be as dumb as me."
Six's eyes narrowed and his mouth twisted into an angry frown, "who does he think he is, prancing around like he's better than all of us..." Six stalked off muttering something incoherent.
Suddenly someone grabbed me from behind. I spun around and there was Linda, "hey Nobody, come on we're going to play in the snow.
I played in the snow for a while, it was a little fun, but it was cold and wet. I happened to glance at the windows and there was Near, I didn't notice him at first because he was so pale, I thought that he was some oddly shaped snow. He was putting together a puzzle. It may have been just my imagination but he seemed lonely somehow, although I'm not sure how a blank stare can be lonely, that's what he looked like to me. I had the strange urge to sit down with him and help him put together the puzzle.
Linda noticed me staring and told me, "I've invited him to play about a million times, but he never says yes, I think he likes being alone, helps him think or something..."
But my heart disagreed, no one truly likes to be alone, they need someone to help them through the bad times and share the good...
