I Will Love You Forever And Always
A Cold Winters Night
'Bye Mom!!' i yelled.
'Anne! Be Back By 9:30!!' she yelled back.
I took a deep breath as i exited my cramped family home. The cold, winter air chilled my bones. There was no more than an inch of snow on the ground, and snow still softly fell on our small town.
I wanted to go to Starbucks. I didnt want to go for their coffee. I didnt want to go to look cool. I wanted to see Harry.
As i approached the small cafe on the corner, i could see that Harry was not in there. But I was determined to wait for him. I went into the shop, and the warm air hit me fiercely. I ordered my usual coffee, and sat down in a window seat. I was there for maybe 20 minutes before anyone even came in. When he came in, the Cold air lef in by the door hit me like a wave, making me shiver. Buf it was not just 1 boy. It was 5. The first one, a blond boy, spoke in a clear, Irish Accent. You could tell that he dyed his hair the blond it was because the brown hair closest to his scalp showed, and you could tell that it was natural. The second boy, with dark hair styled into a quiff overlooking his forehead, wore a varsity jacket with ZM on it. The 3rd boy had shaggy brown hair and a plaid shirt that showed from under his thick, winter jacket. The fourth boy wore a bright pair of jeans with a thin, fashionable jacket over his shirt. His messy brown hair and quiet laugh made you smile. The final boy, with curly, brown hair that bounced as he walked, followed the other boys and talked to them about the town.
The last boy was different.
The last boy was familiar.
The last boy was Harry.
'Anne! Be Back By 9:30!!' she yelled back.
I took a deep breath as i exited my cramped family home. The cold, winter air chilled my bones. There was no more than an inch of snow on the ground, and snow still softly fell on our small town.
I wanted to go to Starbucks. I didnt want to go for their coffee. I didnt want to go to look cool. I wanted to see Harry.
As i approached the small cafe on the corner, i could see that Harry was not in there. But I was determined to wait for him. I went into the shop, and the warm air hit me fiercely. I ordered my usual coffee, and sat down in a window seat. I was there for maybe 20 minutes before anyone even came in. When he came in, the Cold air lef in by the door hit me like a wave, making me shiver. Buf it was not just 1 boy. It was 5. The first one, a blond boy, spoke in a clear, Irish Accent. You could tell that he dyed his hair the blond it was because the brown hair closest to his scalp showed, and you could tell that it was natural. The second boy, with dark hair styled into a quiff overlooking his forehead, wore a varsity jacket with ZM on it. The 3rd boy had shaggy brown hair and a plaid shirt that showed from under his thick, winter jacket. The fourth boy wore a bright pair of jeans with a thin, fashionable jacket over his shirt. His messy brown hair and quiet laugh made you smile. The final boy, with curly, brown hair that bounced as he walked, followed the other boys and talked to them about the town.
The last boy was different.
The last boy was familiar.
The last boy was Harry.