10-30-2010, 03:59 PM
Winter was in the process of trying decide which looked more edible: a package of round things filled with some sort of creme or a large box that contained what looked like tiny little donuts when Summer stepped into the kitchen. Winter froze not unlike a startled animal and turned slowly to take in the sight of her older brother leaning against the doorway. He had an odd sort of determined look on his face and the way he stood in the doorway made her feel a bit nervous, almost as if he were trying to trap her in.
Fortunately she was saved when a loud knock sounded on the front door. Winter remembered all too clearly the last time she had braved opening the door to a human. It had been some odd looking boy with a patch over his eye and really messy hair. He had said something about welcoming her family to the neighborhood and handed her a small thing covered in icing. Winter had stood in the doorway awkwardly, trying to think of something, anything, to say but failed. In the end the boy left slightly disgruntled and Winter fled into the comfort of her room, cursing her siblings for not being around to open the door and kicking herself for bothering to try.
She would not be the one to open the door this time. Oh no, no, no. So, as soon as she heard the knock on the door she quickly said, "Your turn!" and grabbing the package of creme filled things, dashed past him and back upstairs to the safety of her room. Once there she studied the package of food she had brought along. It was covered in some colorful plastic wrapping and the outside read "cookies", whatever those were. Peeling back the packaging, Winter found the cookies aligned in rows on a plastic tray. Taking one, she bit into it cautiously and was surprised to discover that it tasted quite good. It was almost like vanilla ice cream but not as cold and with a bit of a crunch.
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