I looked up from my perch on the floor, to see a rather annoyed Maddie looking down at me.

“Something wrong darling?” I asked, putting my chin in the palm of my hand. Maddie frowned, before lifting a rather mangled piece of paper.

“I can’t get it!” She whined, stomping her foot as she let the paper fall to the ground.

The white construction paper was suppose to be a snowflake- yet it had somehow been cut in too many places, and ended up a mess.

The Winter Dance was an annual dance at Frémont, which was the last day before winter break, every single year. This year, I had...