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My eyes open.I sit on the curb, feeling completely alone. Tonight wassuppose to be a night for celebration, warm and cozy with myfamily, opening presents by the fire. But of course, mom has towork again while dad’s out partying with his “crew”. I wish Iknew where my sister was. I hope she’s inside. It’s too dangerousto be out on a night like this. My fingers and toes are hopelesslylost to the cold and it’s getting harder to breath.Headlights skim across my coats and bounce off of the alleywall. I’m too disconnected to look up and watch the dark figurecome towards me.A small voice inside my head is triggering my
 fight or flight 
reaction, but it’s quieted by the below freezing air that blowsagainst my frost-bitten face.So cold. So cold.“What in the
world 
are you din’ out here?”The voice is not familiar, but clearly belongs to a man,maybe in his 30’s. I turn my head to the side to sneak a peek, butthen I decide that I don’t care.“Hm. Guess you ain’t one for the talkin’. You ain’t gotnothing to say?”More mindless chatter. Why can’t he leave me alone? It’s socold.“Well alright then.” I watch his shadow. It starts to move back to his car, and then pauses in the street. I close my eyes.Body heat approaches my right side, along with an “hmph” as hesits on the ground by my knees. I open my eyes to stare at thisman.He’s much older than I had thought. He had on a long winter  jacket, much too nice to be from this neighborhood. I want tostroke it: it looks so soft and warm. Oh, how warm he must be.His face is covered by a long, shaggy white beard that falls over his chest. If he weighed 200 more pounds, he’d make a decentSanta Claus. This realization is almost enough to make me laugh, but then the wind blows. I shiver violently and go back to my
 
inspection. My focus wasn’t good enough to see if his cheekswere rosy, all I could see was a sharp nose poking its way out fromhis mustache.After a few more seconds, my face goes completely numband I stopped caring. I sighed and rest my forehead against myknees. My sigh was echoed from beside me, along with a smallchuckle which he quickly hid with a cough. Ha, jokes on him. Hecan’t stand more than five minutes in this weather, and he mustknow that.My breathing slows and I drift into nothingness, no longer concerned by this strange man who will surly be gone when Iawake.I’m not sure how long I’ve been out, five minutes or fivehours, but when my eyes creep open, the small Santa is still seated,whistling a familiar tune now. I place it quickly. Silver Bells. Asickening feeling dominated my whole body. Now I’m irritated.“What are you still doing here!?”The man stops and looks at me, raising a white brow.“What’re
 you
doin’ here?”I roll my eyes. This is not a good time to play games. “I washere first, and it doesn’t matter. It’s Christmas; don’t you havesomewhere to be?”Surprisingly, the man explodes with laughter. His loud,deep laugh makes the air ten degrees warmer. “Course I do. Butso do you.”Alright, who does he think he is? “You don’t know me.” Ihiss. Venom burns my tongue and I’m surprised at myself.Mother would not approve. Mom…“Don’t I?” He winks at me and flashes a white smile. “Ain’tyou worried ‘bout upsetting your mama? I’d bet she’s worried bout you.”“Hardly, she’s working. Not that I need to tell you my lifestory.”
 
He ignored the last part. “AT 11:30pm? ON Christmas?” hesays, looking at his wrist, though there’s no watch. What a strangeman.“She has her reasons.” I said defensively. He has no right to judge my mother.A chuckle escaped his lips.“Look,” I huffed. “I don’t know what you’re trying to sell, but I’m not buying okay? It’s cold and we both know this is pointless. You’re sitting here because you get some sick kick outof watching me suffer, everyone does! But this is the last placeyou want to be! You just want to go home! I just want to go…” Istopped.He stared at me with curiosity. My face is too numb to knowwhat emotions have interested him. You’re ready to go home? Heasked. I turned my head away and tears escaped my eyes. I washalf expecting them to freeze on my face. It’s just so cold. Anddark.I felt his eyes boring in the back of my head. I finally lookedat him. Knowledge flashed in his eyes. “You’re ready to gohome.” It was not a question.“Y-yes.” I stuttered. I was. I wanted my house, my bed, mymother. I wanted it all.The man stood up and cracked his back, then offered hishand. I stared at it.He grinned. “What’s the matter? You don’t trust me?”I hesitated for a small moment. Never trust anyone. But it’sso cold. And despite my thoughts, I did trust this man. I took thehand he offered.We were pulling up on my street, and the sight of my smallhouse warmed the pit of my stomach.“Um, thank you.” I mumbled, unbuckling my seat belt. Iwaited for a response, but the strange man just shooed me awaywith a wave of his hand. I stepped out of the car and turned toclose the door.
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bonnienessiecullen

omg that was cool but is this to do wit twilight ???/

reply01 / 30 / 2010
MHSA-MariaC

lol, no, this is in no relation to twilight.

01 / 30 / 2010
EmilyGilbert

Awwwww, i love this, you need to into a real story. it would be good xx

reply01 / 30 / 2010
GeorgiaMarie

OMG did she die? I love this please write more you could turn it into a story !!!!

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