The whole town seemed to be wearing my mood on its sleeve, or rather, beneath its feet. As we drove in, the snow that had been so sparkly and white just a few days ago had turned into this yucky, slushy mess. It squished and sloshed with every step, like the ground was crying too. It felt like the city was reflecting exactly what was happening inside my head. My amazing, wonderful, best-ever holiday was over. It just felt so wrong. I wish holidays could just keep going and going, like a never-ending story. But I guess that’s not how things work, even when you think really, really hard.
Stephanie
The Soggy End of Sparkle
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