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The shredded bits of white snow continuously rained in tiny flakes, which, no matter how much Amy quenched her eyes, she just couldn't differentiate the pattern, as her science teacher taught them that each snowflake has a unique one, or they simply vanished so fast, melting at contact with her warm skin; whichever came first.

The seven year old heard the footsteps coming in her direction fifty feet away but didn't turn, knowing who it would be, when the person was close enough at ear shot, she asked, still not standing up and remaining preoccupied at classifying a brand new flake, "what is it?"

"Amy, you shouldn't sit on the ground," she felt hands grabbing her below the armpits, being transferred airborne to the near by bench. "You might catch a cold, you know that."

As her big brother was to put her down, she pushed her legs under her so she'd be on her feet. "A cat peed here earlier, wouldn't want to sit on that."

Lorenzo was taken aback, how stupid was he really?

"Anyway," Amy nodded toward the group of freshmen afar calling for Lorenzo's name, "you should get back to your game and," she crossed her arms, adding grimly, "to your girlfriend."

Lorenzo instinctively looked back, catching the eye of Chelsea, the red head who looked really cute in braces, something very rare, and suddenly remember that his little sister had just teased him. He turned back to her with narrowed eyes which completely disappeared after seeing her face serious. Truthfully, Amy was always serious but he really thought, for the first time, she wanted to play with him.

The negative thought made his gaze drop to his feet, optimism willing him to look again, and when he did, she had the same expression. Apparently, Amy didn't want to play with him.

"You stay right there." Lorenzo bid, not making eye contact, emphasizing his indifference; and ran back to his friends at the distance, only to be met by a handful of snow pressed against his face when he got there, followed by a chorus of bellowing laughter from the crowd. After he'd spat the snow out and cleaned his face, he found Chelsea giggling more than she ever did, and realized, she was the one who threw it.

And the snow ball fight began.

Somehow in someway, the game slowly edged to the right till they reached the dense forest that served as a boundary of the school campus, where the innocent game turned into more than just a fight, sort of a skirmish. Chelsea was the first to realize and swiftly gathered the other girls back who were all worried in confusion.

Lorenzo became the weak guy trying to control sanity from what seemed like a group of drunken dudes, only they weren't drowned in alcohol, just completely crazy; especially Miguel who attacked him from behind.

He screamed, struggling under his weight, "You're an idiot, Miguel!"

The deep shades of the pine trees around them made it hard for Lorenzo to think anymore clearly even though he knew it was still day time. Lorenzo just plain hate the dark or shadows.

Stephanie began coming toward them, probably to help get Migs off Lorenzo's back when his twin brother Stephen pulled her back, saying to not get involved. And out of nowhere, this huge wolf with golden brown eyes like an owl's leaped out. Everyone scattered, screams and shrieks shouted away. But Lorenzo was helplessly flat on the snow-filled ground.

The great wolf had sleek grey fur but a pure white tail and snout that was tipped with a black nose and his drool dripped at both sides of his mouth, which unleashed a low growl down the throat that Lorenzo either categorized as his tummy grumbling or the wolf's.

He felt his eyes bulging out, thinking this canine was going to prey on him; when suddenly, the wolf merely turned and left, zooming back onto the covers of the bushes. Lorenzo's jaw and head abruptly dropped on the snow, his forehead feeling a load of weight, maybe heavy from adrenaline rush. A bustling nearby made him lift his chin up, seeing a pair of shiny yellow boots. Amy.

"Lorenzo, get up, I want to go home now." Amy's round blue eyes were… neutral, as usual. She was never excited or scared or unfortunately happy, as far as he knew. But the real question was, didn't she see the wolf?

He gathered himself up, momentarily speechless.

On the walk home, he absentmindedly noticed Amy's constant pulling down of her sleeves. He hadn't realized that she already had grown out of her favorite navy blue jacket, but he'd predicted she would hate it if he suggested that she should buy a new one so he didn't mention it.

In any case, Lorenzo knew their father, who'd never showed up again since Amy's birth, which was the top basis of Lorenzo's hate for him, could never give Amy a new jacket; understanding that, for a little girl, the old jacket was utterly irreplaceable.

He couldn't stand the silence and spoke, "so how was your first day?"

"Couldn't really tell," Amy sounded, as expected, serious. "A few classmates of mine called me a teacher's pet just because I memorized all the teacher's names on the first day, but I don't really care. Some of them are nice and talk to me, but I prefer being ignored."

Lorenzo asked informally, "Why is that?"

Amy said in an unusual tone of misery, "Because I don't want to be loved."

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