Rain slammed against the windshield, and the dark roads became darker, rural streets coated in frozen sleet. I softly swore under my breath, neck craned at an extreme angle to peer out of the inch of clear window I could actually see out of.
It had been raining for days, and my distaste for driving in it had lead me to stay holed up in a hotel with Netflix and room service for the past week. My twin had been texting me nonstop for hours, both begging me to return home and telling me not to dare show my face unless I came bearing Nutella. She was such a child sometimes.
It had been raining for days, and my distaste for driving in it had lead me to stay holed up in a hotel with Netflix and room service for the past week. My twin had been texting me nonstop for hours, both begging me to return home and telling me not to dare show my face unless I came bearing Nutella. She was such a child sometimes.