![]() ![]() I can no longer stand my boredom but I have to do this. I held up my pencil that was on the paper and moved the paper closer to me, place the pencil on it again. "Jordy, you've been sitting there for hours, and you haven't been writing on that piece of paper."said Fiona, the one who has been watching me for hours, the estimate she thought of.įiona is not yet done with her scarf and I'm not yet done with my wishlist. I found this piece of paper hiding from the snow outside, near my house. I placed my pencil on my crumpled, tea-spilled wishlist, at least I did a thing. My sister Fiona is knitting an avacado green scarf for the family while I sit and think. There is no more to think of for my Christmas wishlist. I shake my hands and do a bell ringing shiver as I after held my summer tempature mug of hot chocolate. My hands feel like I'm holding a just-bought ice pack. I hear Christmas carols, chiming, and the soft to loud sound of breezes of snow. I do love reading and writing so I wrote a new story for you guys! Hope you like it! ![]()
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