The Blizzard : The Power Of The Blizzard

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The Power Of The Blizzard The blizzard began to blow its winds again. Powdery snow started blanketing gently on the wet slushy yards that were soaked from multiple days of fierce rain and snow. As delicate snowflakes floated through the silent air, the glass like icicles melted, leaving tiny puddles on the ground. Crash! Bailey disturbed the silence as she sprinted across her neighbor’s yard, dropping her textbooks in a pile of snow. The snow crunched under her feet as she picked up her books and continued running. Finally, she burst into her house, grabbed her computer, and plopped down on the couch. - “Monday! It's so good to see you! How has Oregon been?”, she exclaimed when her best friend accepted her video call request. “It's been ok. I've met a few people but I still miss you. Any embarrassing stories yet?”, asked Monday. Bailey winced at the sound of those words. “No, and I hope to keep things that way. Ever since I made Joey cry, everything that has come out of my mouth feels like a mistake. I swear I had no idea that his mom was dead! I was only trying to joke around with him, and jokes about people’s parents are usually funny. I tried to apologize, but he ran away before I could do anything. I know that I didn't get in any trouble, but the guilt that was left behind was far worse than detention. I wish I could turn back time and redo the things I’ve done wrong.” There was a brief silence before Monday responded, her voice much softer than before. “Bailey, I know
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