When I wake, my bed is freezing. Literally freezing. That's when I start to notice the ice on my arms, in my hair.
"What the...?" The window is wide open.
The snowflakes cling to my pyjamas. My t-shirt sporting a giant duck is snow white. Snow... I run downstairs.
"Finnley!" I splutter his full name by accident in shock.
"Tamara." He nods curtly.
"Why are you always the first person I see?" I start sweetly. "'Cause it's really getting on my nerves!"
"I dunno. Fate, I guess." He says, not looking at me but the back of the cereal packet. He pours himself a big bowl.
"I don't care."
"Neither do I." He snaps, pushing past me.
"Finn!" I follow him up, one, two, three flights of stairs. To the attic. Before I open the door, a necklace is thrust at me. It's gorgeous. An aquamarine jewel in a gold shell on a string of silver. Perfect. I slip it over my head and manage to trip myself down the stairs.
With a thump I reach the bottom, staring into the eyes of a squirrel.
Chuk, it goes, nicking a biscuit off the table.
"Oi!"
I chase it out the kitchen and through the door.
It's freezing outside. It's horrible.
I'm freezing. The world's freezing.
The snow clings to the branches like a coat, frosty and perfect. It's dusted like glitter, a white world.
I'm walking towards the tall, many-branched tree that I could possibly climb to get a better view.
"You could get Hypothermia, you know!" I hear Finn's voice. I whip fround to face the doorway.
There's no one there.
"Up here."
My gaze travells up until I reach the window. Finn is there, holding an old jumper.
"Thanks!" I shout as he chucks it down to me.
"You're welcome." He responds, his dead-pan voice the same as it has been for a while now.
It's only when I put it on, and breathe into the soft fabric to warm me up, that I notice: this isn't my jumper.
I look down at the too-big hoodie.
It's Finn's...
"What the...?" The window is wide open.
The snowflakes cling to my pyjamas. My t-shirt sporting a giant duck is snow white. Snow... I run downstairs.
"Finnley!" I splutter his full name by accident in shock.
"Tamara." He nods curtly.
"Why are you always the first person I see?" I start sweetly. "'Cause it's really getting on my nerves!"
"I dunno. Fate, I guess." He says, not looking at me but the back of the cereal packet. He pours himself a big bowl.
"I don't care."
"Neither do I." He snaps, pushing past me.
"Finn!" I follow him up, one, two, three flights of stairs. To the attic. Before I open the door, a necklace is thrust at me. It's gorgeous. An aquamarine jewel in a gold shell on a string of silver. Perfect. I slip it over my head and manage to trip myself down the stairs.
With a thump I reach the bottom, staring into the eyes of a squirrel.
Chuk, it goes, nicking a biscuit off the table.
"Oi!"
I chase it out the kitchen and through the door.
It's freezing outside. It's horrible.
I'm freezing. The world's freezing.
The snow clings to the branches like a coat, frosty and perfect. It's dusted like glitter, a white world.
I'm walking towards the tall, many-branched tree that I could possibly climb to get a better view.
"You could get Hypothermia, you know!" I hear Finn's voice. I whip fround to face the doorway.
There's no one there.
"Up here."
My gaze travells up until I reach the window. Finn is there, holding an old jumper.
"Thanks!" I shout as he chucks it down to me.
"You're welcome." He responds, his dead-pan voice the same as it has been for a while now.
It's only when I put it on, and breathe into the soft fabric to warm me up, that I notice: this isn't my jumper.
I look down at the too-big hoodie.
It's Finn's...