It’s four in the morning
and I’m sitting on my porchsteps waiting or my riends. The streetlight casts a pale glowover my yard and I’m so exhausted that the snow is starting toshape-shit into an enormous eather bed and sot cotton sheets.I should go back inside where it’s warm and wait by the window,but I’m more tired than I am cold, so I guess I’ll just stay where Iam, hunkered down like a rozen gargoyle.I didn’t all asleep until almost two. I just laid there imagin-ing Kirsten, Paige, and me on the slopes, ski bunnies on therampage; no parents, hot guys everywhere. When the alarmwent o, I didn’t even hear it. My mom came in and shook meawake—
Get up already, jeez, it’s all you’ve talked about or weeks—
then stalked back to her room like a zombie.