Regionalistic story

Instead of waking to her alarm, Jenna woke up to the beeping of the TV, along with the warnings of Don Paul, informing the listeners that many schools and activities in Erie County and neighboring counties have been closed. As she waited for her schools name to flash across the screen, she heard a snap of a branch in her backyard. It came from the tree that her childhood treehouse was in. The big maple, that he great-Grandfather had planted when her Grandpa was ten. It crack came from the exact branch she had fallen from on her eighth birthday, which resulted in a hospital trip and an arm sling.

Mount Mercy, Nardin Academy, Niagara Falls. She unknowingly scratched her arm, eagerly awaiting her schools name to flash along with the many others. Fredonia, Frewsburg, Gowanda. Holland. No! In one short minute, her hopes for a snow day had been crushed. The thought of having to leave her warm bed to get into the shower made her head hurt. She subconsciously groaned, just loud enough to disturb her cat that had curled up on the end of her bed.

"Honey, don't forget to pack your ski stuff for tonight. It's Thursday! You have ski club," her Mom bellowed up the stairs. Thursday was the highlight of Jenna's week, every week. Almost to the weekend, but not quite there yet. Having something to look forward to, such as skiing, made the week go by so much faster. Hopefully, Holiday Valley was in the mist of a blizzard. Jenna always loved skiing when it was snowing. Especially when there was powder on the slopes.

Jenna quickley got up and jumped into the shower. She was surprised at how much she wasn't dreading the day, even though every school surrounding her own had the day off. Maybe, just once, the stingy superintendent would cancel school. He always has an excuse to make us go, she thought to herself.

Once Jenna got to school, all she could think about was the night she had ahead of her. I wonder if Jordan will sit with me on the way to skiing, she quietly asked herself. Jordan was the boy that everyone swooned over. He knew he was good looking and used it to his full advantage. As she thought about it, she looked out the window to see a little freshman getting blown around in the snow. "School should have been cancelled," whispered her best friend, Kate, as she hurried to walk along side of Jenna. "Tell me about it," said Jenna, "but don't worry, we still get to go skiing tonight! Something to look forward to at least."

By sixth period, the snow had picked up, but Jenna had hardly noticed, due to the new substitute teacher that had taken the place of Mr. Glore, the highschool's oldest english teacher and the most boring by far. Mr. Glore had been out for about a week and would not be coming back anytime soon. He was having surgery to try and fix his deathly receeding hairline. The new substitute could not have been a day over 22, and Jenna sat, entranced.

After sixth period, the principal came over the loud speaker. "Due to the extensive weather conditions, school will be closing early today. All afterschool activities are cancelled."

Even though Jenna had been looking forward to skiing, a big grin slid across her face as she thought about her warm bed. "I guess I can deal with a half day," she thought.