I was sat in the front passenger seat of the small mini-bus, cramped and cranky and desperately trying not to kill my two best friends who were in the car with me. Lily-May driving in the front seat, trying very hard to concentrate on the icy road in front of her and Sam, stretched out in the backseat, with a blanket wrapped around her. The argument had started when I woke up yesterday morning for my turn to drive. As it happens the girls refused to let me behind the wheel incase I turned the car around a drove straight back down to the warm sunny south. To be honest I felt betrayed and abducted. I had a serious hatred of 'the cold' as if it were some horrible monster out to kill me. As a matter of fact the one out of the three of us most prone to get sick was me, so I had by all means a right to hate the cold. And growing up in Ireland I thought I had seen enough ice, sleet, snow and hail to last me a lifetime. Obviously not.

Lily, Sam and I had been best friends for years now, and we'd been through a lot together and somehow still managed to come out in one piece. We had all grown up in the same foster home and even when one of us was moved to another house (never a home) we stayed in contact, always managing to meet up on the weekends. Lily was the youngest of us all, the baby of the trio and yet the most streetwise and sure of herself. She had a ballet dancers figure and grace when she moved, ivory skin, full red lips and massive blue eyes. Her hair was blood red, in a spiky bob the just reached her shoulders. Sam was exactly the opposite. She was the eldest of the trio and the most mature, but at the same time, she was quite childish and quirky. She had a bubbly nature once you got to know her, but to strangers she was quiet, shy and always mysterious. She had waist length bright bubblegum pink hair, with a few streaks of purple in it for fun, massive jade green eyes, pale, snow white skin and pale pink lips. She had a curvaceous figure to die for and suited anything she put on. On the other hand, I was boring. I was plain. I had boy-short ash blonde hair, I wasn't graceful with a petite figure and I couldn't pull off half the clothes Sam wore, instead opting for baggier clothes. There was nothing about me that was remotely attractive, except my eyes. I have always been told I put myself down too much but even I knew my eyes where nice. They had a nice shape and they changed colour depending on the light. Most of the time they were grey but they could be either green or blue aswell. Sometimes a mix of all three.

It had always been our dream to travel the world, and since Lily had always loved America, we though that was were we had better start there. We went to California and stayed in Santa Cruz for four months before we hit the road again. We drove up to Salem to quench my fascination with witches and wiccanism. And then it was my turn to sleep. And that's when I woke up, to see snow, all cold and white and wet. Eugh! We were travelling up to Seattle and although I had watched enough 'Greys Anatomy' to know it didn't snow that much in Seattle I was still not happy by the coldness and sneaky-ness of it all.

So here I was in the front passenger seat of our mini mini-bus, and we had just passed Seattle a half an hour ago. And I hadn't talked to my two best friends in about a day. And I was cold, and tired cos I hadn't slept and we were just on the outskirts of a small, snowy, desolate looking town…then the mini mini-bus broke down. Great!