Random December Celebratory Stories

Violet Ellis- Cold

"Guys," I whispered. "I'm freezing...." I huddled into my jacket, on the brink of hypothermia. Hanging out with Chrys's friends wasn't a good idea.

"Relax, kid," Rose insisted, turning around. "In the south, all I did was complain about how hot it was. Consider yourself lucky."

I frown. A Northface, gloves, earmuffs, and winter boots obviously weren't enough to keep the cold away. I shiver slightly.

Chrys puts a hand against my back. Being from Canada, I'd assume this is nothing to her. After all, they all live in igloos (I know this isn't true don't kill me). "You didn't have to come, you know," she says to me. Leaving three triplets at home with a babysitter wasn't exactly a good idea. I'm almost sure we'd come home to a trashed house. At least one of them was on crutches from jumping off a tree. She couldn't go far.

"I knew you would want me to, and I don't wanna babysit the others. They're torture," I argue, rubbing my arms in an attempt for warmth.

"Look at it this way," she says, pulling me a bit closer. "Do you wanna be on the side of the road?"

I sighed softly. "No... I'd rather be cold...