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What Do They Expect? It 's Winter?

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I plunge into the darkness, not even turning my head to look back at the mess behind me. The brand new, sparkling, metallic car is done for, no doubt about it, but so am I if my parents find out about it. All but one of the car tires popped; the windshield busted into incredibly miniature shards of glass; the side smacked into the side of a tree. What do they expect? It’s winter! Diving even deeper and deeper into the almost pitch black woods, I let my thoughts and worries wash away, losing myself in my surroundings. In the dark, never-ending, abyss-like woods, the rustling of the white powdered trees and bushes are one of the only perceptible sounds. Right, smack in front of me, a faint glow, one that I almost missed, moves …show more content…

Not a crow, nor a robin, nor a hawk, but a breathtaking bird. The bird, old and frail, literally lights up the dark afternoon with ravishing flames dancing on its scarlet feathers. One would believe that the bird is on fire, but it’s the middle of winter, nothing could catch the bird on fire in this forest, and the bird seems to not be harmed at all by the fire. The bird notices my presence and freezes. “There is a certain name for this kind of bird, I know it. I think it might start with an f,” I whisper to myself. The bird looks up at me funny slowly approaching, wondering what I will do, while I just wonder what the creature is. “Or maybe it starts with a ph?” I think aloud. Coming so close, I slowly back away. “Phi-? Phe-? Pho-? Phoe-? I think it might start with phoe-,” I whisper to myself, almost inaudible. The bird launches itself at me, as clumsily as a dog dancing ballet. The bird flops toward me, landing into the snow ways away from me, but close enough for me to slightly flinch. Okay, that is probably an understatement since I tripped over a tree root and fell into the snow. My favorite jeans are definitely done for. I pick myself up, dusting off all of the freezing, slush-like snow. “Dude-? What the?” The bird rolls over and struggles to regain its footing. “Here, let me…” I try to help it up because it is struggling, but when I reach my hand out to it, it burns me. It’s weird because it didn’t hurt, but more like a magical tingling feeling. Like a unicorn

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