The groundhog had decided to sleep for longer than six weeks, hiding from an unseasonably cold spring for April. The thought of Callahan, of all people, popped in my head. An avid snowboarder, he had to be furious waking up to such delectable powder and forced to go to school instead. Personally, I preferred water in liquid form, melted, warmed, and collected in a pool or lake I could dive into. I rolled over with a groan. Everything ached and begged for a hot shower. I must have worked out harder than I’d realized on Saturday. I padded down the hall and didn’t even try the knob. Lucy’s pathetic rendition of Kelly Clarkson’s What Doesn’t Kill You filtered through the walls, killing me softly. I pounded on the door. “I need to go pee!” “Go downstairs!” she yelled and continued singing. “Don’t take all the hot water!” She belted the song louder, mumbling through the parts that she’d forgotten the words to. I trudged downstairs. Mom and Dad bustled in the kitchen.
What do You think about Evergreen (Mer Tales, Book 2)?
