Slice #8

I rub my frost covered window with my sleeve, trying to look outside.  Snow is blowing across the yard.  It isn't the gentle kind of snow.  It's the kind of snow that stings when it hits your face.  The clouds are dark gray which makes me think the weather will continue to get worse.  It's the kind of weather that makes you want to stay in bed all day.  I groan and get up to start getting ready for school.  If only it were a snow day