I slow myself down as I get out of my car back home. With deliberate slowness, I walk inside.

“I’m home!â€? I call.

My mom walks by, a very unpleasant look on her face. Her lips are pursed and her posture is tight. She tells me, “We are leaving in ten minutes. Hurry up.â€?

I nod and then escape the accusing glance she is giving me by rushing upstairs. Amber is in our room just finishing getting ready.

“What happened to you?!â€? She exclaims. “Fall in the snow?â€?

“Yeah, kinda.â€? I tell her, already pealing off my wet clothing. I put on a knee length black skirt and a new long-sleeve baby blue blouse. Amber shakes her head at me as I pull my hair out of its wet pony tail. I ignore her as I leave for the bathroom.

I run a brush through my blonde hair before getting out my hair dryer. I quickly dry my damp hair and tie it off to the side in a low pony tail. I return to my room and put on my basic make-up, cover up and eye liner.

“Come on girls!” My mother calls up the stairs.