<strong>Kelly</strong><br/><br/>As pretty as the snow looked from the inside of my car, I dreaded getting out and subjecting myself to the icy wind. Why did it have to be so<em>cold</em>in the winter? And why did my parents insist in living in bumfuck, Antartica? Okay, it's not actually<em>Antarctica</em>but as far as my pink UGGs and frozen ass are concerned, it may as well be. Granted, I didn't exactly dress for the weather: a black miniskirt and white sweater. At least I'm wearing boots, as I reminded my mother while running out the door to shouts of "<em>You'll catch your death out there, young lady! <strong>How</strong> did I raise a daughter with no sense of decency or practicality?</em>It's simple, really -- that wasn't my style.<br/><br/>One more glance in the rear-view mirror to check my make-up, and out I went to the bitter tundra. Maybe Mom was right. My legs were burning with cold halfway up the driveway. I was still amazed the 'rents had agreed to let me sleepover at -- what was her name? Oh -- Kate's house, never having met her or her family. For all they knew she wasn't, horrors, a good<em>Christian</em>.  That's not something I cared about; I didn't give a shit if her family liked to spend Sundays giving thanks to baby Jesus or dancing around the kitchen table in a pagan sacrificial ritual. What I did care about was my reputation... the fact that I'd never even heard of<strong>Kate</strong>didn't bode well at all.  But Sam and Anna had invited me, and their sister Marisa was the epitome of cool, so it couldn't be that bad.<br/><br/>Reaching the door of the cabin, I knocked twice, hard.