The cold, crisp air embraced us as we stepped out of the warmth of the car, the Alaskan winter making its presence felt. A sudden surprise greeted me in the form of a snowball connecting with my face as I closed the car door—Nidal's mischievous act had set the tone for our winter escapade.
"Nidal, no, you did not just do that," I exclaimed, my breath visible in the frosty air. The snow-covered landscape around us seemed to invite us to engage in a spontaneous snowball fight. Without hesitation, I retaliated, crafting a snowball and sending it hurtling towards Nidal, hitting him square in the face. Laughter erupted, and before we knew it, we were engaged in a full-fledged snowball battle.
Around the small house we had rented in Alaska for the week, we ran with childlike enthusiasm, weaving through the snow-covered terrain, using whatever cover we could find to shield ourselves from each other's well-aimed shots. The pristine, untouched snow seemed to amplify the joy of the moment, creating a magical ambiance in our personal winter wonderland.
As the sun began its gradual descent, casting a warm, golden hue over the snowy expanse, we reluctantly agreed to call a truce. Breathing heavily, we made our way back inside the cozy abode, our cheeks flushed from the exhilarating cold and laughter.
"Go find a room, you two," my mom playfully suggested, a twinkle in her eye that hinted at her enjoyment of our antics.
The challenge was set, and Nidal and I exchanged knowing glances as we silently agreed to vie for the largest room. The playful competition escalated as I seized an opportunity to gain the upper hand, pulling Nidal down to the snowy ground with a quick grab of his coat.
"I get the largest room!" I declared, a triumphant grin spreading across my face as I broke into a small victory dance.
"Nidal protested, "No fair, you cheated!" The mix of amusement and mild frustration in his expression only added to the jovial atmosphere.
Our banter continued as we made our way back inside, joining our families for a warm, comforting dinner. As we discussed plans for the week, excitement filled the air, and the thought crossed my mind, "What could possibly go wrong?" Little did I know that our adventure was merely in its infancy, promising a tapestry of laughter, unexpected twists, and unforgettable moments against the backdrop of the enchanting Alaskan wilderness.
I just want to let you know this is a story I wrote when I was 13, I'm now 17 I changed the grammar to make it sound better.
I just published it for kicks and giggles
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Nalish Vol 1: Snowed In
RomanceNidal is 14 Salish 15, When told their families are both going to be going on a 1 week in the middle of nowhere for Christmas it sounds like the best thing. but things soon go down hill when there parents and siblings go out to the nearest city 20 m...
