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The high pitched scream probably could have shattered glass had he forced himself to go even a semitone higher. It was horrifying, it was absolutely horrifying. How could something like this even happen? How was it even possible?! It didn't make any logical sense! The boy, now turned female, stood in front of his mirror with a horrified, disgusted expression. He could have almost cried in fear and anger if plain frustration wasn't getting in the way. He just stared at himself before hands went to his head, wanting to tear out his own hair. He DEMANDED an explanation! HOW COULD THIS HAVE HAPPENED WITHOUT HIM KNOWING? AND IN A NIGHT!! ...

Winter had approached so quickly, he had nearly forgotten to pull out all his warmer clothing and blankets for his bed. But he was content! Over time, he had come to love winter because one could do so much with it. Even though it was cold, you forgot about it when you were having fun. Like sledding and making snowmen and building forts and... on and on. The boy stared outside a misted window, huddled up into a ball on the ledge he sat on, blinking at the scenery beyond the glass. Even though the snow was fun, he was happy being in a little ball drinking cocoa in his pajamas. Who needed to get dressed if nobody was around and you didn't have

(( The week's been good to me. I'm going back to work here. Means I'm off my break, but don't expect a whole lot from me, 'cause like, I might get a huge ass project out of no where |D; Yeah, anyway... Back. No more hiatus, yay. -- I'M REUSING THIS JOURNAL 'CAUSE IT'S RELEVANT. Off hiatus!! ))