Frozen Face It was the classic winter night. Cloudy, cold, and snow falling softly all around. The near-silent sound of snow landing filled the air; it was one of those sounds that you could hear only if the whole world around you stopped to listen. The wooden bench was cold, hard, and just all around uncomfortable but part of me didn't care. The street light next to the bench cast a dull yellowish light, showing the small snowflakes as they swirled past. The world was cold, peaceful, and silent.
With a shaky sigh, I leaned back against the wooden back rest and stared up into the night. My eyes narrowed against the snow. I thought I had become frozen, numb to all emotions. So what had happened during that party?! Why had their words cut me so deep why had my face betrayed me and showed emotion? After leaving that accursed party, a dark cloud of embarrassment and fury had followed me to this bench. I was determined not to