Megan doesn’t like eating cute animals.
Sorry for posting this unrealistically late in the day. I’ll warn you now, I might need to put this story on hold for a bit. I’ve got coursework due in tommorow and again Thursday, and school might be cancelled tomorrow, which will put me further behind, and it’s another semi-official Sixth Form party this Thursday evening, for which I still don’t have a costume.
We’ve had snow in real life here. School closed early today (which is now yesterday – blimey, is that the time?), half way through the day. Unfortunately, our school, demonstrating their usual organisational skills, neglected to inform us that they were closing. Which meant that some people got left behind by the buses, and one of my friends couldn’t get home.
We all stuck around, and decided to have a massive snowball fight on the girls’ school field. That was great fun. We all got very damp, and I didn’t have gloves, so my hands were very cold by the end of it, but we were all enjoying ourselves too much to care about that.
Once we were tired out and shivering all over, my friend who was stranded attempted to ring her dad, without success. We decided to head into town. Snow was still falling all this time, which was so cool. Snow never stays falling for a long period of time around here. We made for a café. It took us a while to think of a café in town that none of us was banned from, but eventually we found a nice café where we ate slices of cake – chocolate, butterscotch and coffee, shared between us – and waited while my stranded friend tried repeatedly to phone various family members. It was after the end of school by the time she finally got through to anyone, whereupon we parted company (my house being in a different direction from the others’ houses).
On the way back, I couldn’t help but admire the way everything looked in the snow. Trees, in particular, looked beautiful. I adore snow. It’s so much fun.