It all started one night at a friend’s house. We were talking at dinner and his parents said there was a mountain biking team in Norwich. So I said that I wanted to try it. So I talked to my parents and they said that I could do it.
There is fresh powder outside after the nor’easter last night. The sun is just barely coming over the snowy mountains as I drive down the highway, no one else but me and the snow on the road.
On a rainy day looking out the window, all one can see is rain. The glowing eye of the television entraps us all. Board games are scattered everywhere. People say there's no place like home.
Most people say that they like summer; well, I like winter. The cold chill, snowflakes in the air falling in slow motion, gliding down like a weightless feather.
It was a pretty cold night and the wind blew hard. I was walking down the street looking for something to do because I was bored. It had been snowing for a while and it still continued, coming down, and down.
Monday 7:50am Where is everybody going? Can I come? No, don’t leave me! Not again! 8:00am Oh no, not again! Must find my people! Chew, chew, chew. Scratch, scratch, scratch!