Read by Dani Cutler
The sisters sat in the back seat, bundled up against winter, as the car idled in the driveway. Julie hunched low, staring at the seat in front of her; Emma slumped against the opposite window, staring at the snow that blanketed the world, staring at her friends, lying silently asleep.
“You’re such a freak,” Julie snarled. “You’re always causing such problems. Why can’t you just be normal.”
“I’m hot,” Emma croaked.
“Well, it’s like thirty degrees out there, have at it,” Julie said, and unclicked Emma’s seat belt.
Emma bounded from the car and ran to join her friends, feeling the refreshing rush of snow on her face. They cheered as she rubbed the ice into her skin, feeling weight lift from her lungs. She breathed in the cold deeply, and became more alive: she noticed the tang of pine in the air; smelled the dirty heat of the car’s exhaust.
She felt a deep hatred for her sister rise. Her friends felt it too. They didn’t need to be told what to do.