Waiting at the bus stop

It was cold, The chill was wracking my body. The bus was super late. The snow was up to my boots, I struggled to take a breath it was too much. Too cold. They didn’t cancel school today. It was below freezing. I wished I could go back home and snuggle with my warm blanket and the dreams that have evaded me since I woke up. There are footsteps behind me, another student suffering in the cold to get an education another person just like me, with frost-bitten fingers and cold chapped lips. No feelings in the tips, ice growning from our freshly showered hair, and the wind pushing against us without a care. It was too cold not to move but it was too cold to move so we just stood there waiting for a bus that never came.