By, Megan
Dear Diary,
It was such a cold, freezing day when I dropped from the clouds. I look to both my sides and see all my friends with me.
My name’s Unique, and I’m not like the other snowflakes. As I slowly make my way down, down, down, I take on different shapes. The wind changes my shape multiple times. Bumping into my friends also changes how I look. I can hear all my companions screaming with glee, as the breeze pushes us around.
Am I happy to be a snowflake?
I don’t really know. My life until this point has been pretty dull. I wonder what’s going to happen to me once I hit the ground. Will I live alongside the humans in peace? Will I get stepped on? Who knows, anything’s possible.
The ground is approaching at an alarming rate. Suddenly I want to go back into the cloud., live another drab day in my life. I wish I could turn back right now!
All my days alive have added up to this moment. I take a deep breath and let go.
I’m not scared anymore. I have accepted my fate. I take a finally look down and close my eyes.
SPLAT! I’m gone.