#2!

Disclaimer: I don't own it!

It was cold… gray, and cold. Serena let out a deep sigh, and then watched her breath float away. "Christ… I'm going to freeze to death! She dropped another box inside her new house and turned to go back outside.

"Daddy, can I break for coffee?" She yelled out the door.

Her father stumbled out of the moving van, carrying a huge box. "Sure honey." He grunted out. "But only if you make me some."

"Sure thing!" She turned and went back into the warmer parts of her house and shivered as the heat reminded her just how cold she was. "God… I hate this place! It was never this cold down South!" She turned the coffee maker on, and put in the grounds.

The smell of fresh French roast filled her. Receiving the scent as well, her father stumbled in.

"Well honey, it looks like we're done. You safely managed to miss hauling in the rest of the stuff." Her father took a seat at their new kitchen table.

"Yep… your mother would be proud of us, managing like this without her." Her father said, trying to hide sorrow.

"Yeah… maybe. But let's not think about that now." Serena answered her now morose father. "Here daddy." She handed him a mug and took a seat next to him.

After she finished, she felt warm and refreshed. "Daddy, I'm going for a walk." She stood to leave.

"Wait, hun. Take my cell." He handed it to her. "You don't know the neighborhood. So if you get lost, call my other cell. I'll turn it on."

She smiled. "Dad, you're going to have a melt-down. Don't worry. I won't go too far, ok?"

He sighed. "Alright. Just be careful, ok?"

"Ok, ok. I'll be fine. I'll be back in an hour, ok?" She said as she walked out the door.

"Alright!" He yelled after her.

As she emerged from the house, she immediately felt the cold air hit her face and a chill went down her spine. "God… maybe a walk isn't such a good idea." She said to herself as she made her way down the sidewalk.

She walked on for about 20 more minutes before she finally noticed that there was no one else outside. "I wonder why." She said with a scoff as she looked at the various stores about her.

As the cold finally got all the way through her, she decided it was time to go home. "That's it. I'm going to die out here."

"Well hopefully not." She heard a male voice pipe up. "I wouldn't want such a pretty think like you to die out here in the cold. It would be a waste to men.

How could they possibly think she was pretty? She was covered in cold weather attire!

She turned in the direction of the voice, to give them a piece of her mind. No doubt it was some hormonal teenage boy, just trying to get on her good side, and eventually into her pants.

Fin! Lol, ok, not really. But it's the end for this chapter. I'll be back probably with another one tomorrow. The creative juices are flowing. ;)

Eve