Now back at the school during winter break, I decided to go up to the towers. Well, mine, but I needed alone time to think clearly. It's almost the last day, and I've found him. I'm glad I have. But, a werewolf? And my mate?! I have no idea how to cope with it. I'm not only surprised but ecstatic. To know that he is a werewolf, my mate, and the person who can help figure out this strange stuff here at the school with me. I really do hope that there isn't anything strange in these damned chests. If it's someone's old, ancient trick, I'm gonna make a time machine and go back to their time to kill 'em. It isn't funny to do something like this. It seems very serious.

"CHEEEELSEEEEEAAAAAAAA!" A familiar female voice called out below the tower. I opened the window and leaned down.

"Yes, Maria?" I yelled back her. How she knew I was in here is a clue. Must of saw me go in the theatre. I don't take it this year.

"COME ON DOWN! I HAVE IMPORTANT INFORMATION!" I'm curious to know what she wants.

"Okay!" I shut the window and left out of the tower. When the door shut behind me in the theatre, Maria was already down there. Maria is the student council president, and she comes to me every time there's a special thing coming up.

"Spring formal is nearly here. Do you want to join the committee or help find some people?" She said with a smile. Spring formal is a very important dance to our school. An old principal about sixty years back planted cherry blossoms that bloom at the right time here, because, well, they were put onto a special schedule to match a normal tree's blooming day. I've heard people doing that before. It's pretty darn awesome.

"Yeah, I just need a date... maybe Jace'll ask..." I leaned against the wall and rested my head. Just a little longer, and then the Spring Festival... then there's the Formal. The Festival just raises money for the dance. Requirements for the proper attire are beautiful dresses hand-made by the local seamstress (who also helps with everyone's dietary and doesn't fully sow the body areas on the outfits until a week prior to the Festival) and hair, maimed by the local hairdresser shop (split in two for both genders).

"Have you picked out your dress yet?" Maria asked.

"No," I sigh, "I don't know what color scheme to go with. I decided on two: cherry red and sakura pink, or black and sakura pink. 'Sakura' for the cherry blossom trees known as Sakura's." I smiled and glanced out of the open doors of the auditorium to the dead-yet-still-beautiful Sakura trees lining the school. I lightly grinned and gave my attention back to Maria.

"Well, I'm going with deep blue and light indigo, for the representation of the ocean where the cherry blossom trees live native."

"Well, that's pretty. Is Marshall going with the scheme as well again?"

"Yeah," she thought for a bit. "He'll have a white rose adorning his suit jacket's kerchief, and the suit will be lined with black silk. It'll look marvelous."

"I bet," and silence lingered in the air. We just stood there, watching the cold December's first snow flurry begin. Some kids were hanging out outside, cuddling up by burning fires in the Campfire areas in a few clearings, electric blankets being charged by solar panels or used by huddling teens enjoying the chill and flurry. I question their sanity, but I also don't, because I know I have my fair share of insane and wild moments and thoughts. The winter evening was calming, and the tiny, unique little Snowflakes - some doubling and tripling in size of comparison to the singulars by the amount of flakes grown together - flittered about, creating a perfect, natural black and white setting.

"Well, let's go home," and we left the school.

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I pulled into the driveway and sat there watching the snow melt on the hood. I pressed the garage door button in my car and parked in there. I pressed the garage door button on the wall by the door and went inside.

"Beautiful winter, huh?" Mom asked. I 'mhm'ed her and sat down, removing my shoes and jacket. She stirred some food in the pot in front of her. I smelled boiling noodles and cheese. Mmm, mac'n'cheese.

"I can't wait 'till christmas. Just about two weeks till," and left the kitchen to my room. I plopped on my bed and sighed when I hit it. I plugged in my iPod into the dock and laid on my back, letting MCR, Simple Plan, and many more pass my time for dinner.

I'm Not Okay (Trust Me) played first. I hummed along, daydreaming. Then The Downfall of Us All. Then Helena and more. The last one was Sing by MCR, until my mother called, and I let the song play out then stopped it and went down. We all sat down and ate, the large pot and big bowls in front of us to suffice our hunger.

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*I'm ending it here. No, not my life, this new chapter. I'm having a... quite emotional... writer's block. Sorry, my beloved flupkins. I know it was too short. Enjoy, though!!!

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