Ice Storm in the Hall

While walking to your classroom through the hallway I encountered an icestorm. I covered my face with my hands rubbed my arms, wiping frost off my shoulders. I put my head down forcing my way through the ice and wind. I bit the snow hard squeeky and cotton like burning and stinging. I hear you Horatio, through the storm. So I continue to the classroom breaking through the ice fortress and emerge frostbitten and spreading my cold into your place.