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a gathering place for FAMILY to join together in laughter. the one place you will always be surrounded by those who LOVE you. a place or feeling of BELONGING.
the frosts - the story of a family ripped apart. the story of two teenag...
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"As long as we don't die, this is gonna be one hell of a story." - John Green, Paper Towns
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The ice was melting at record speed.
Peter gazed down at the half-thawed river, watching as the current dragged away stray ice chunks. More ice broke off every second, the pieces getting bigger and bigger with each crack in its surface. The waterfall was still frozen, but he could just make out tiny cracks that were making their way upstream, threatening to release the dangerous water flow trapped behind it.
"We have to cross!"
"Don't beavers make dams?" Lucy asked.
Peter knew that it would be impossible for the Beavers to make a dam before the waterfall burst. But the hope in Lucy's eyes was enough to break his heart. He briefly wondered if she knew he would do anything for her.
He'd give her the world if he could.
"I'm not that fast, dear!" Beaver answered.
Peter's heart sank just a tiny bit. Even a magical world had its limits, he supposed.
Peter grabbed ahold of Lucy's hand, already pulling her towards the slope that would lead to the bottom of the cliff. "Come on!"
"Wait!" Susan grabbed Peter's arm, pulling him back. "Will you just think about this for a minute?"
"We don't have a minute!"
Susan's face softened. "I'm just trying to be realistic."
Peter could see the fear in her eyes. The same as the hope in Lucy's voice, it was enough to break his heart. He wondered if she knew how much he loved her. That he didn't always want to argue with her.
In that moment, however, he was exasperated. "No, you're trying to be smart. As usual."
The group of them started climbing down. Andie insisted on leading, reasoning that it would be better for her to go first so that she could point out any unsafe areas. It seemed like a rather sturdy path, but Peter didn't argue.
Somehow he had already managed to make her angry at him.
Andie had hardly said a word to him since they'd seen Father Christmas. Peter wasn't sure what he'd done to upset her, but he knew she was someone whose bad side he didn't want to be on.
As they reached the bottom, Peter carefully stepped forward to test the ice. It immediately cracked and he retracted his foot, not wanting to fall in.
"Maybe I should go first."
Peter wanted to mention that Mr Beaver was much lighter than he, but he kept this comment to himself. Instead, he chose to comply to the beaver's wishes. "Maybe you should."
