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Malfoy turned to take a left.
"It's not left you idiot!" Tarah said.
"I think I know what road to take!" Malfoy snapped.
Tarah grabbed the wheel, and turned the car around. The car went spinning in circles. It took a turn where Tarah and Malfoy, didn't know. They were deserted.
"You bitch!" Malfoy slapped her face.
"Now where are we? And don't you dare hit me again! Nobody has ever hit me before, and you aren't going to start." Tarah said.
Malfoy mocked her.
It kept snowing. This awful snow! Tarah kept trying to keep herself warm. She could see her breath. Malfoy turned on the heater, but the windows were still shut. They were foggy so they couldn't see.
"Malfoy!" Tarah gasped."Carbon Monoxide."
"Dammit," Malfoy said. He went under the car and put cardboard; he had found, into the heater.
Back in the car, he found Tarah writing in her journal:
We're stranded out here. In the cold. I'm stuck with Malfoy, what could happen next? We have no blankets, just the clothes on our backs. No fire to keep us warm, just the heater in the car. All we have for food is fifty cookies, candy, and tea bags.
Tarah noticed him looking over at her journal.
"What are you doing?" Tarah asked.
Malfoy shrugged."You know you like me."
"Oh, yes Malfoy. All the way." Tarah said.
Malfoy laughed.
"Look, If we want to survive we have to cooperate." Tarah told him.
Malfoy rolled his eyes.
"Don't you roll your eyes at me!" Tarah said.
"We have to cooperate, remember?" Malfoy asked.
Tarah muttered under her breath. She rubbed her arms to keep her warm. Come on, Tarah, think! Warm stuff... hot chocolate, buttered toast, a hot hot bath... anything warm! But despite herself the car got colder by the minute. Her legs were so numb she couldn't feel them. She looked at Malfoy. He was doing the same thing as her.
"Malfoy?" Tarah asked.
"What?" He asked.
"W-we need a fire! A huge fire! A bonfire!" Tarah said."Out, of this car! Please, oh please!?"
"My father would whip me if I burnt his car!" Malfoy said.
"Good!" Tarah said.
She reached out and turned the key in ignition. Unexpectedly the car jerked forward, and there was a terrible scraping of metal. "Oh!" Tarah cried.
"Dammit! You stupid jerk, what are you doing to my car?" Malfoy screamed at her."It's in gear don't you know anything? Keep your hands off my car!"
Tarah bit her lip and moved away. She couldn't be sitting here this whole time fighting with, Malfoy. She had to get up. Out of this car. Save herself. She pulled her scarf around her head, got all of her things together- Cookies, candy, and teabags, and her journal. She started to get out of the car and then realized it was foolish to take the books. She dropped them on the seat.
"I'm leaving my books here," Tarah said."If you don't mind."
"What are you talking about? Where are you going?" Malfoy asked.
"I'm getting out. I won't sit here and freeze to death. I have to do something. "She tried the door. It was stuck.
"It's frozen shut," Malfoy said smugly."You can't get out."
"I can!" Tarah cried. She threw herself against the door, forcing it open against the snow. Outside it was gray and cold, and snow was still falling. The drifts around the car lay nearly level with the hood. It was a desolate scene--- nothing but the snow and wind that whipped through the trees lining the hills. She would have slunk back into the shelter of the car, but she couldn't face Malfoy's unbearable smugness. She began struggling up the slope.
The snow raised to tarah's hips. Malfoy watched her walk off, and though that he should stop her. She could get frostbite. But, why did he care anyway? He watched her take off.
Stop her, you stupid idiot! Malfoy thought. But another side of him said, No! Let her go! She didn't listen to you so let her get what she deserves. She treated you like bull!
The snow was going inside Tarah's boots. He socks soaked. She was out for two hours and hadn't come back. Finally, she saw Malfoy's car and stumbled forward. Malfoy saw her.
"Tarah!" He jumped out of the car and went over to her. "Are you ok?"
Everything had gone exactly as he had expected.
"There's nothing up there," She said through chattering teeth."Not a road, not a house, nothing!"
"I told you not to go out, didn't I?" Malfoy asked.
"All right!" Tarah cried."I don't want to hear about it right now. My feet are wet and they hurt."
Clumsily, she pulled off her boot."My socks are stuck to my skin," She told him."I think they're frozen... oh!"
She sounded ready to cry.
Malfoy leaned forward as she slowly peeled off her socks. Her feet were covered purple splotches, but her toes were waxy. "Oh, Tarah." he said, "now you've done it. You've frostbitten your feet. You've got to rub them with something warm quick, or they'll rot off."
"I can feel the love!" Tarah said."Malfoy, a fire. Please, make one now."
"Here," Malfoy handed her scarf. "Wrap your foot in this while I make the fire."