<strong>Kate</strong><br/><br/>I sat impatiently on one of the couches that lay in a rough semi-circle in the living room. I looked up, and my blank reflection stared back at me from the black shiny glass of the TV screen. I was bored. Really bored. This was the first time I had been allowed up at my parent's holiday cabin, and honestly I had no clue what could be so interesting up here for them. Sure<em>I</em>was going to have fun, but I had friends coming, lots of friends. For the fiftieth time it seemed I checked my watch, 7:27. Three minutes till everyone was supposed to arrive.<br/><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/53/Febfieplace_large_400.jpg)<br/><br/>The fire was still burning slowly, keeping the winter chill from overwhelming the log cabin. I checked the supply of wood, again, and counted the number of sleeping bags and mattresses laid out on the floor, or stacked against the wall. I ducked into the kitchen to check the food too. Yes it was all there. Just like it had been the last five times I looked. With a sigh I went down the stairs that lead to the living room, and sat down once again on a couch.<br/><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/39/Thecabinstairs.jpg)<br/><br/>Suddenly a nock at the door caught my attention. Someone was here! Finally. I jumped up, and bounded over to the door, eager to let whoever it was in from the cold.<br/><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a2/Snowycabin.jpg)