Truly Fantastic

"And on top of all that my head hurts, and it's too cold in here, and… and," she was sniffling into her arms now, "everybody is so grumpy."

Heavy cloth dropped over her face, and the girl let out a muffled shriek, scrambling out from under it.

A boy comfortably straddled the banister just above her.

Britt glared at him, "What was that for, Nunchuck?"

"Sweatshirt. Put it on."

Britt glanced at it. "It's too big."

"It's warm."

Marshmallows, an oversized sweatshirt, and the idea that maybe there really can be beauty in the midst of brokenness… can it be a truly fantastic day?