Madison Frost
It was autumn and the water was already freezing, but Titus stayed dry. I shivered walking back to the house, watching as the boy stopped at any little thing to ask questions. I would have gone into much more detail, but I felt like an icicle. When we finally made it back to the house, Beta Cory was waiting with a towel by the back door.
“Thanks,” I said, taking the towel. My shoes were soaked, my jeans clung to my legs, and my bum was icy.
I refused to wear muddy shoes in the house, so I kicked them off and peeled off my now black socks.
“Mads, can you play a video game with me?” Titus asked. Cory saved me from answering. All I wanted was a hot shower and warm clothes.
“Buddy, go play in your room until dinner. Let Mads get cleaned off and dry.”
“Fine,” he pouted. “I’m
