As we walking through the streets of New York, I looked up I could see the big bright white snow flakes falling down apon me. I could feel the cold fresh snow on my skin in the ice crisp air. I could hear the crunch as people was taking foot steps in the thick layer of snow around me. I touched the soft cold crisp layer of snow which was lay upon the bright yellow taxis all parked all along the streets of New York, I could smell nothing. I could sense the air was fresh.
This was my birthday present right? What a lie you told. Cruel & evil. How could you let a fifthteen year old girl believe this? To wake up on her birthday and ruin it. Sick women you are.