Marcella, The Snowman
by Sejal B
On a snowy night Christmas eve, I was looking upon the window.
I heartily wanted it to snow in California! I pleaded and pleaded to my parents to
go to Lake Tahoe but my parents said the old bad NO! After sometime, my parents
calmed down a little bit and told me, It's pandemic time. Its not safe to visit Lake
Tahoe. Then suddenly, some thunder happened. I peeked out the window, I was
frightened. The rain turned into snowflakes and began to snow. I started making a
big fat smile like ?? The snow fell everywhere. There were some clouds but there
was a tiny bit of sunlight! I kept staring at clouds and wondered How are they
moving? Now there is no way I need to go to Lake Tahoe! I saw this jolly snowman,
I didn't know who made it. I looked around nonone was there! Maybe Santa built it.
I asked my mom if I could go outside. She instructed, wear a coat first and some
Lake Tahoe clothes. Okay I groaned. My mother screamed DON’T WANT TO GET
SICK!!! And I dashed to my room to get my Lake Tahoe clothes. When I went
outside I was freezing. I gradually went to the snowman as quickly as I could.
When I touched him, I saw this weird light bulb appear or anything shiny. Maybe
my imagination. The Snow man moved, I shuddered. He suddenly said “Hi My name
is Marcella“ He asked my name I said “Amanda”. Okay Amanda. Don't you wanna
sledding with me. I was very confused, can a snowman go sledding? He could blow
off. Snow man snapped me out of my day dreaming. He said “Do you wanna go or
not. I said off course yeah. We had fun sledding so many times. To make the hill
higher, Marcella gave some of its snow to hill. After sometime, it was kind getting
freezing cold. My mom asked the snowman and me to come inside, Both of us said
yes at the same time. Marcella sat right next to the fire, and drank a hot cup of
cocoa while I drank hot chocolate. Something was happening, the couch started to
get watery. The Snowman was melting. Suddenly I remembered Mrs. Welli our
teacher was saying If you let a snowman close to fire, it will melt. I screeched to
Marcelle, “Go outside, you are almost melting”. Snowman went to the front door.
Her body was forming again. Phew, that was a close one. We played every single day
but spring season was starting while the snowman started to melt. I knew what I
had to do. I put her in the freezer. Once the winter season starts, I will bring
Marcella out of the freezer to play. Next day, when I looked into the freezer,
Marcella wasn’t there. Maybe it was my figment of imagination.