Let it snow, Let it snow.

[BAYLEE MARIE HAIN]

but i can't control it

"снегов таким красивым." baylee hadn't noticed she had spoken in russian. it was actually a down side to being her native tongue. why was that so? not many people actually spoke russian. half the time the couldn't even understand her accent. but that wasn't her fault. her mother was russian (she actually hated her mother though, so she didn't like saying this out loud.) her father was american, (but she didn't like him either.) her brother couldn't speak russian, they refused to teach him it, why, baylee had no idea. her blue eyes looked around, watching the snow fall. it had been so long since she had seen snow, in russia you saw it all the time, well of course.

the weather was harsh toward their home. so the cold weather was not that bad for her, she was use to it. still, the thought of watching snow fall just seemed appealing to her. baylee bent down, to pick up some snow, her knees being buried in it. there wasn't much, and she was sure it wouldn't last very long. it didn't seem cold enough for the snow, so she'd play in it while it would last. just to make the most of it. that would make her day a little fun, would it not? rolling the snow into a ball, she kept crunching it in her hand, until it was a perfect circle of snow. the junior did not plan to throw it at a person, an object would have been her ideal of a target. but that little voice, had a different thought in mind. "Вы должны выбросить снежный ком в этом человеке.".

baylee looked around frantically for a second. not one person was around, well that figure of a guy from far off. but that was it. no, this voice belonged to a female. it was light, tender, but had a tone to it. the dark haired teen couldn't place the type of tone, but it wasn't a nice one. she could tell you that one. but baylee went to shaking her hands quickly, and shaking her head, as if she were trying to say no. and then the russian came out. "нет. Зачем мне это делать? Он ничего не сделал для меня." for a moment, it looked like she'd been shoved, having jerked forward. and to her, she actually had just been pushed. in reality though? she hadn't. "хорошо, хорошо."

now, her aim wasn't that bad. and she'd be trying to aim at this man, only she'd be aiming by him. so that she'd miss. it'd be better if she didn't hit him. just think of who it could be! there were so many people at this school, some had issues, and even baylee knew that much. she'd heard that some had problems. but she didn't believe most stories that you heard, you shouldn't, right? without even noticing she was doing so, she had continued to rub her pale hands over the snow ball, making it smaller with time. "сделайте это сейчас. теперь!"

with that sounding like it was being shouted in her ears, baylee snapped her eyes shut, and chucked the snowball. if she didn't look, she couldn't aim. meaning, it would most likely miss the man. slowly her blazing blue eyes opened, and she looked through her thick lashes as the snow actually hit the mans shoulder. biting her nails, she debated running, or hollering a quick sorry. she went to run away. only to trip over her own two feet. baylee just happened to be a klutz, really, the one moment she didn't want to be noticed.



bold is baylee. italic is that little voice in her head. the conversation goes like this.
"i love the snow."
"you should throw a snowball at that man."
"no. why should i? he didn't do anything to me!" "fine, fine"
"do it now. now!"