Chapter 7: Practice:
Snow Miser's POV:
Mrs. Claus decided we needed some practice, so she took us to this building in the North.
"All you have to do is avoid being seen," says Mrs. Claus, "good luck!"
. . .
"I feel like a burglar," I said.
"I feel like an idiot," says Heat. I was about to say something. "Don't!"
. . .
We entered the first apartment.
"Why is it so cold in here," asks Heat.
"I like it," I said, "whoever lives here has good taste!" We then heard someone, so we hid.
"Is someone in here? I'm warning you; you're dealing with Sophia Ivanov!" She then walked over to the AC and turns it down.
"Why would she make it cooler," asks Heat.
"I really prefer it so cold," says Sophia, "I don't know what it is.
"She's like a snow angel," I said.
"Just leave the package and let's go," says Heat, "I can see my breath!"
"I can smell it," I said.
. . .
Next, we were practicing in a building in the south. We entered a room, and it was hot.
"That's more like it," says Heat.
"I can't tell if I'm sweating or melting," I said. We then heard something, and we hid.
"Another bill? Is that how they're going to treat Heather Williams? Man, I should turn that heater up!" She then does so.
"Is she out of her mind," I asked.
"Hey, the last one wanted to live like a popsicle," says Heat, "this one's like a Fire Goddess!"
. . .
"So, how was it," asks Mrs. Claus.
"I saw a snow angel," I said.
"I saw a fire goddess," says Heat.
"I... don't know what any of that means," says Mrs. Claus, "let's go!"
To Be Continued
In the next chapter, Mrs. Claus tries to get Heat and Snow to get along.