Christmas is here and Kerlin County High has arranged for a vacation for us. They are taking us away from LA, to a beautiful land covered with snow and ice—Big Bear Lake.

I just read an article and I find it immensely important to flex my geography knowledge at you guys. Big Bear Lake is a small city in Southern California. It's called big bear lake because it sits on the banks of fish-filled Big Bear Lake.  I hope I don't see any bears there.

Hi Guys! It's Kate reporting. We are currently at Bear Mountain ski resort. You heard it right, we're gonna celebrate Christmas here with all our school friends. Zalia came with Louise and Harry because she didn't want to stay alone at home with her mom and dad.

What a daughter.

Our seniors were there too. And they had brought their instruments with them because they were supposed to give us a performance on Christmas Eve which was three days from now.

We stood outside the resort while our teachers checked in. Louise was busy on his phone while Malcolm stood with a girl. She seemed like a senior too.

"Hi Malcolm!" I waved at him. He waved back.
"I didn't know you get along with your juniors," That girl said.
"Who is she?" I asked.

"She's Chelsea, my classmate."
"I've never seen her around," I looked at her. She looked at me,
"I'm never around. I skip school all the time," She said.

Inspired but not constructively.

I looked around. Jerome was chatting with that ass (Brandon=That ass) and MJ was hitting on girls—

Bruh.

"You think your dick is a gift, it's not," Zalia told him off. Preach.
"Dang, my type," MJ said. What a creepy dude. Especially for the fact that he keeps switching between that British and American accent—STICK TO ONE!

We checked in and were given our rooms. I shared a room with Ralf Kaise. I love London but I decided I'd enjoy his accent later. I went out to explore the snow by myself. Being a loyal LA boy, I have NEVER EVER seen snow. But then it began snowing and I had to return.

Have you ever walked in snow which reached till your stomach? Yeah, well I did. I somehow made it inside the resort within one hour, after getting lost inside the snow and ending up with a bird shitting on me on the way.

Firstly, how the fuck does a bird come out in Winter? That bird was probably doing a challenge with his friends to stay outside when it's snowing that much, maybe was a gangster or a Karen who doesn't vaccinate her kids.

I remember once I saw such a huge dropping on my dad's car that I stopped and wondered if the bird was alright. Because that dropping seemed even bigger than the size of a fucking pigeon! Don't tell me it sacrificed itself to shit on my dad's car! I believe a dinosaur did it and you can't change my mind.

Anyways, I reached my room and crawled into my bed. My feet felt sore, how would I go skiing tomorrow? Thinking about it, I fell asleep.

Next morning, a snowball came flying and struck the window of my room. Ralf woke up and went to the window, "Kate, Brandon Johnson is calling you," He told me.

"Tell him I died,"
"He is dead,"
I love how he didn't hesitate to lie.
"KATE! HEY COME OUT!" I heard them shouting. A teenage boy's cracking voice as he shouts is never pleasant to the ears.

JESUS CHRIST! I know happy moments don't last forever and it's okay if they don't last forever but AT LEAST LET THEM LAST FOR A FEW HOURS!

I jumped out of my very cozy, warm bed and opened the window. A snowball landed on my face and I landed on the floor.
"Guess I'm not needed anymore. I'm going back to bed," Ralf went back to his bed and slept while I brushed off the snow off of my face and looked down "Fuck off!"

"What did you just say?" Brother Louise stood there in place of Brandon. He brought in the big guns.

"Kate, let's go skii!" Harry's sister, Zalia was there too.
"Katty, pretty please with cherry on top?" Brandon joined his hands.
"Well, it's cold and—"
"Get down! Stop complaining and being such a bitch!" Brother Louise said and I went down running with my skiing gear. I opened the door and saw a car.

Brother Louise was sitting on the driver's seat, Zalia sat beside him and Brandon, Jaden and Harry sat on the back seat.

The car was roofless.

"Wow! A roofless car! Must be expensive! It's looks so cool" I said.
"No, it was not always roofless. It was made roofless" Harry said. 
"What?" I said.

"The roof just came off in an accident," Harry said. How safe.
"...I'll just walk" I said.
"There are bears around here," Brother Louise smoked a cigarette.

Maybe it wasn't brother Louise who broke down the car?
"Can brother Louise drive?" I asked.
"Of course! He has driven in Californian markets! He even took the car inside the mall and no one was killed," Brandon said. Achievement unlocked.

"WHAT THE HECK DOES THAT MEAN?!" I shouted.
"Oh, you know, the usual," Zalia said.

"He means that no one was killed, they were just injured" Harry said. Seems legit enough for me. At least I wasn't there.

"They just broke a bone or two. That isn't really an injury" Brandon said. "Dude, lemme punch ya teeth out and say it wasn't an injury,"

"Well, compared to what he usually does, I think it wasn't that major," Harry said.
"People lost their limbs!" I shouted.
"Nah, that man had a prosthetic leg. He lost nothing."
"What about others?"

"They were alive," Not very reassuring.
"They got a prosthetic leg after that,"
"HOW ARE YOU NOT INTO THE PRISON YET?!"
"Thank MJ's dad,"

There's seriously something wrong with these people. I should stop hanging out with them.
"All in all," That ass finally said, "Louise is good at driving, rest assured." 

Hearing the conversation—Yes he is. Only pedestrians should be scared of him.

"He is so good that he can pilot a TUPOLEV TU-22 BLINDER while dropping bombs on the president, with his co pilot giving him a blowjob," Brandon said. Excuse me, I just imagined it.

Why did I suddenly imagined it?
And WHY WAS MJ THE CO PILOT?! MAN, BRUH, EW, WHAT THE FUCK! THAT LEVEL OF DETAILS WERE NOT NECESSARY!

"Enough, get into the car," Brother Louise said.
"But, there's no space," I said.
"Stop complaining!"
Yeah, lemme me tear some universe apart and make some space because I am not allowed to complain.
"Sit on Harry's lap," Zalia said.

"Harry?" I said.
"No, dude," Harry and Jaden shook their heads.

"Then," I looked at that ass. He smiled and spread his arms. I turned towards brother Louise, "Could you please pop the trunk and throw me in it?"

"Sure thing," He said. I don't need to tell him twice. He poped the trunk and almost picked me up.
"HEY! SHUT UP!" Zalia punched his head. SHE PUNCHED BROTHER LOUISE'S HEAD! This woman must be feared.

"Kate, just go sit on Brandon's lap! I'm not throwing kids inside the trunk! Do you think I'm such a horrible human?" He said.
I do not want to answer that.
But for now, you're not.

"And can you stop bulling me?" Brother Louise said as he started the car.
"I know you beat Harry when I'm not around!" Zalia pulled his ear.
"I never beat him!" Brother Louise defended himself.

"Really? Is it true, Harry?" Zalia turned towards Harry.
"It—" He looked at Louise, "...It's true"

"I'm glad that my little brothers don't fight. I'm so proud of both of you! And, I hope you don't have that stupid club which beats up people?" She said.
"N-No, not at all," Louise said as he continued driving. He stuttered! He really stuttered! Man, I might develop a thing for stuttering Louise.

I was sitting on Brandon's lap. I could smell his perfume and his shampoo. I could feel his pulse beneath me. Wherever he touched felt warm. His fingers are just so—WAIT—FINGERS?!

His fingers were inside my sweater—When did this happen? He rubbed his fingers over my chest. Why is he so obsessed with my non existent boobs? I'm not sensitive there, dude! I just looked ahead. How the hell is no one noticing us?
"Stop touching me," I whispered.

"You aren't feeling it?" He looked at me. I turned back and smirked at him, "Your techniques are horrible. Makes me wanna sleep,"

I should control my tongue.
And so should he.

-To be continued

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