Short Story Sunday 140: Snowstorm

            It was the week before winter break. All the kids in school were getting antsy anticipating the long awaited holiday vacation. They were rowdy and weren’t learning anything new as they were too excited to pay attention to anything their teachers said.

Actually, their teachers were too excited as well. They knew the kids weren’t going to learn anything the week before a school break and they were done as well. They didn’t want to teach, so most classes were watching movies or just playing games throughout the school day.

It was pointless, really.

The parents, on the other hand, were not as excited as the kids and teachers. The parents had enough to do throughout the house as they prepared for the holiday—baking, shopping, wrapping—it was a stressful time especially when you were working on top of it and had little kids running around the house with no homework to keep them busy.

So when the last Monday before break rolled around, you can only imagine the look on Angie’s face when she woke up that morning to the world completely covered in white.

And the snow was still falling.

Angie gasped as she looked out the window. She knew the weather called for snow overnight, but she didn’t think it was going to be this bad. There had to be at least six thick inches covering their yard. She couldn’t even see her car.

How was she going to get the kids to school?

Then a thought struck her.

Angie ran out of her bedroom and into the kitchen turning on the TV. The news immediately popped up and sure enough, the weather man was on. He was exclaiming about how surprised even he was that so much snow fallen overnight and it didn’t look like it was going to end anytime soon.

Then, Angie noticed, at the bottom of the screen, names of the schools in the state scrolled horizontally. And of course, the schools her kids attended were certainly on the list.

On that Monday, the kids were excited, but they were relaxed. They were just giddy to have a pajama day. They sat by the fire watching movies most of the day. It wasn’t too bad for Angie. She was still able to get things done around the house.

On Tuesday, the snow was still falling. The kids remained in their pajamas still as it was too cold for them to go outside and play. They drank hot chocolate, played board games, and played with their toys while Angie continued to prep for the holiday.

On Wednesday, the kids were starting to go a bit stir crazy. The snow was still falling and Angie was worried about them going outside in case they somehow managed to bury themselves. Plus, it was too cold and if she was to be completely honest, she didn’t want to have to deal with the snow pants and boots. She didn’t want to put them on, track snow through her house, take them off, and wash them. Then she would have to make hot chocolate again because, to the kids, that was a requirement to going outside and playing in the snow.

On Thursday, the snow still fell from the sky, but it was lighter now. The kids were going completely crazy so Angie finally gave in. The kids needed to get outside as they had been cooped up in the house for three days straight. Plus, she still had some baking to do.

When Friday came along, all hope was lost. Angie was still stuck in the house with the kids. While the snow had stopped, there was just too much of it to bring the kids to school. The schools closed due to the snow and there wasn’t much point in going in for a half day before vacation.

After lunch on Friday, Angie sent the kids outside to play. The sun was shining, but the snow didn’t seem to be melting. It was still pretty cold and there was too much snow that it was hard to tell if it was really melting or not.

Angie sat at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in hands. She sighed happily for the little peace and quiet she was going to get all winter break. The kids had already done everything they possibly could do before the vacation even started.

She just had to hope now that their presents would be enough to keep them occupied until school started again.

And for no more snowstorms.

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