It was a cold and dreary day as Missy trudged along
the road. School was out early but she
had nowhere to go. No place fun at
least. It had been cold for days and all
the water froze over but it hadn’t snowed yet.
Only 3 more days until Christmas and no snow. Missy hated green winters. That meant no sledding, no snowmen, no snowball
fights, no snow forts and no snow days from school. She looked up into the gray sky. I know how you feel she muttered.
It got dark early now, so her mom had told her to head
home right after school. No dilly
dallying. Whatever that was. She took the long way home today since she had
extra time. She scuffed her boots along
the tar until she came to a patch of ice.
I wonder if it’s strong enough for me to skate across. She lightly touched the edge and it
held. She put some weight onto that foot
and it still held up. She leaned in and
CRACK! She yanked her foot back before
it slipped into the water. Whew! Close call.
Maybe it’s thicker towards the middle.
She hesitated for a moment, then stepped as far out
onto the ice as she could reach. She
leaned to put more weight on it and the ice felt solid. She leaned a little more but then her foot
slid away from her. She jerked to pull
it back but lost her balance and SMASH!
Landed on her butt and broke through the ice. Not only did her feet get wet but so did her
pants, legs and hands.
After a few seconds, the shock wore off and she
climbed out of the puddle. There was no
hiding it, she was soaked and muddy. And
now, with the chill in the air, she was getting cold, too. Stupid ice.
She muttered as she trudged along the road.
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