WInter was beginning to think that her entire life sucked. Well, maybe she should start from the beginning.

She lived with her father in Port City, Maine. Her parents were big into hiking, until her mother died shortly after she was born. See, her mom died from frostbite while climbing mount Everest. You might think "wow I'm sooo sorry." Keep your empty words. I don't need them.

Anyway, I was walking home from school one December afternoon, and had stopped to admire a white silk dress.(this would match my hair perfectly, I thought) when I felt a sudden chill. Now, I'm never cold, but this wasn't your average cold. It was locked in a meat freezer under the arctic ocean cold.

I immediately stopped and pulled my long, black hair out of a pony tail to cover my shoulders. Still cold. Warmth, I thought. Cashmere sweaters. Indoor heating. "Home I go." I muttered as i raced home to apartment 3c.

I stopped for breath on the steps. Looking up at the big brass knocker, I wondered if my dad was home. He worked for Waltons heating and plummeting, and the office called him when they needed him, which was a pain.I knocked. One, two, three seconds without answer. Finally, I pulled out my spare set of keys and unlocked the door myself. A burst of warm air greeted me.

"Hello warm!"I exclaimed. Flipping the light switch, I sat down on the little couch. We wern't poor, but we were not rich. The living room had bright blue walls and tan plush couches. A black coffee table sat in the center of the room, displaying my collection of assorted teen fashion magazines .I sat up and picked up the closest magazine, a TeenDream edition three. I looked at the pictures lazily.

Yes, I'm 13, but I'm dyslexic. Don't judge me.

I felt the couch move . Glancing beside me, my fat cat Snowball was trying to get up on to the sofa.I laughed and picked her up, burying my face in her soft white and Gray fur. I was exhausted, but I wanted to stay up until dad got home, so I put snowball down on the couch and used her as a pillow. I propped my legs up on the coffee table and grabbed the remote off the back of the couch. The tv wasn't working. It was in its little tv "snow" faze and making strange noises.

Then I realised the only thing working was the lights. My heated apartment was heated no more."What the heck." I got up and felt more alert instantly in the cold, and didn't instinctively grab a blanket. It felt good, despite the fact I only wore a t-shirt and black leggings. snowball got up off the couch. Thinking about what could have stopped the heat, I ignored her until she said, " You really should study better."

Now, when I was little I always imagined my cat talking, but this was creepy. I screamed and ran to a corner of the room."WW...What ....?" I asked.

"Did you not do Greek mythology or something?Did you have a horrible teacher? She said you were smarter than this, Winter."Snowball huffed.

Truth be told, both those things are true. What I wanted to know was....,"Who said?"

There was a knock at the door. Snowball sighed and motioned with her paw at the door.

"She said. Good luck, demigod."

Snowball scurried away into my bedroom, leaving me alone with some stranger at the door. So brave. Well, at least for a talking cat who only talked for the last thirty seconds.

I decided if my talking cat knew how to talk, then she must know how not to invite crazed murderers to the door.I opened it, and a blast of cold air stopped me in my tracks. It wasn't the harsh cold I had felt earlier, but a gentle soothing cold. It was like rubbing aloe on your burns. Then I saw who was knocking.

A woman in her late twenties stood at the door, her long black hair smooth. She wore all whites, and radiated power. When she smiled, I saw something I always remembered from when I was born. Those hazed marks of white and Gray now make sense. The new falling snow seemed to pulled into her, no, it was her making the snowr. She however had an ugly purple bruise, right in the middle of her stomach. It was so bad that it showed through her white robes. Winter knew she would not like to see what did that. She moved with grace, as if she was walking on ice.

I immediately knew that this was my mother.

"May I come inside, dear?" She asked. "We have much to discuss if you are to make it out of Maine alive."

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Do you guys want more Winter? More action? Post in the comments what you want, and maybe I can comply. Do you want more romance? I still have some greats plots up my sleeves.....