The Ghost and the McGee Twins

Ready, Set, Snow!

The snow has been falling for days now. Brighton was basically a winter wonderland at this point. Molly, Darryl, and I were hoping that we might get a snow day. Molly checked on her phone while Darryl checked the laptop and I glued my eyes to the tv, just as the weather was coming on the air. "Guys! The news!" I gasped, pointing at the tv. "Good morning! I'm Joanie Pataky, I know all you kids at home are watching to see what schools are closed, so let's get down to business. Snow business." Joanie, the weather reporter announced on tv. "Perfektborg... closed! Mewline... closed! Oconohaw, closed!" "Of course Perfektborg gets a snow day!" I complained as every school around us was announced to be closed. "And... that's it." Joanie finished. "What? No! That's every town around us!" Molly gasped as we all fell backwards. "Hold on a tick." Joanie said. "We've got late breaking news! There's also a snow day for... Brighton!" "Snow day!" My siblings and I cheered, dancing in celebration. "I'm going out to play with Becca and Charlie!" Darryl exclaimed, getting dressed and ready to go sledding with his friends. Molly and I looked out the door at the snow. "Well, I'm gonna go do some reading." I said. "What?! Amber, have you seen all the snow outside?" Molly asked. "It's like a big, fluffy marshmallow! Think of Scratch, but colder!" "You know how I feel about the cold weather. My unluckiest time of year." I recalled, thinking about the time Dad and I went ice fishing a few years back. "If you want to go out in the snow with someone, why not ask Libby? I mean, Darryl went with his friends." "Amber, you're a genius!" Molly exclaimed, dialing Libby's number and heading upstairs. "I try." I sighed, opening my book that I borrowed from Cleo a few weeks ago. Ever since she found out about Scratch, she's been recommending this book series about ghost cats. I still don't understand the concept, but it's a pretty good read so far.

The doorbell rang as I just finished a chapter in my book. I answered the door to see Libby, shivering in the cold. "Whoa! Libby! You look really cold." "It's really cold out here." Libby agreed as I let her inside, just as Molly and Scratch came downstairs. "Glad we can agree on something." I nodded. "Okay, so there's a slight wind chill..." Molly said, fighting with the wind to close the door. "But we have to spend the day outside! That's what snow days are about!" "Or maybe we just spend the day doing hygge instead?" Libby suggested. "Hoo-goo-what-now?" Molly and I wondered. "Oh, it's the Danish art of being comfy cozy." Libby explained. "Hygge is about staying warm in front of a blazing fire, snuggling under a fluffy blanket and hanging out with your best pals while drinking hot cocoa!" "Oh, sorry, Libs, but Scratch and I are really set on tackling this snow day list so, uh, two against one." Molly said. "Wait, wait, wait!" Scratch exclaimed. "Libby, my dear friend, I think you just might be onto something. I love the idea of hygge! You know how much I love getting comfy." "Honestly, that sounds like a lot of fun." I commented. "And I get to continue my reading!" "Well, maybe we could do that on a different, non-snow day but..." Molly declined. "So, Libby wants to do hygge. Amber wants to do hygge. And I want to do hygge. Hm, I mean, I'm not great at math, but I think we've got three-guh for hygge versus, uh, you-guh." Scratch interrupted. "And majority rules, right, Molly?" I asked. "Yes." Molly mumbled in defeat. "Perfect!" Scratch cheered. "I love democracy!"

Molly's POV

Libby did invite me to join, but I just couldn't. This snow day was not going to be wasted inside the house. Hence the snow! I needed to find someone who had no interest in hygge. But who? Libby, Scratch, and Amber already made their decision. "I gotta get someone on my side!" I sighed, looking at my snow day vision board. "But who?" I banged my head against the vision board, just as I noticed a little sketch I did of Geoff on a sticky note. "Of course!" I exclaimed. "Oh, boy, I sure wish Geoff the ghost were here. J-E-F..." "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Easy mistake to make, Molly." Geoff said, right on time. "Don't you worry. It's actually G-E-O..." "F-F, yeah I know." I interrupted, grabbing Geoff by his ghostly nose. "I have a very important job for you!"