New England Creative Writing

I awoke abruptly from my discomfort. It was merely seven. I had intended to sleep until 10. I tried and tried to return to sleep but to attainment. I reluctantly got out of my bed. I instantaneously regretted my decision as the brisk air gusted across my barren body. However, it was too late I had already emerged from the comfort. I peered out my drafty window and saw the snow descending rapidly. I someday plan to leave the snowy wasteland called New England.
By time midday arrived, I concluded that I needed to accomplish something today. While I was heading towards the store and the snow was intensifying. It was difficult to make out the car directly in front of me. I was becoming nervous, I am used to a lot of snow but I am usually home. My car was fishtailing on the snowy road. I missed being in the comfort of my bed. It was only a few miles away now I could make it. I finally arrived to the nearly abandoned parking lot. The snow was now coming down in sheets. I ran as fast as I safely could into the store.

I was already dreading the drive home. When I was approaching the register when I noticed how much snow had accumulated. After check out, I unwillingly inched to the door. I opened the door and quivered in the arctic air. I lugged my groceries to my car and swiftly loaded them in the trunk. I hurried in the car and prepared myself for the dreadful drive to come. I placed the keys in the ignition and turned them slowly. However, the engine only shuddered. This was worse than my fear of driving in the storm. I was not going to give up I kept trying. I finally realized that turning my keys repeatedly would accomplish nothing. I went back into the store so I could stay