Heat

            The lack of warmth was numbing. As I walked down the ice-covered street to get back to my car, my parents suddenly stopped at their doors.

            “Come on, its cold! Could you please unlock the door so we can get inside?” my little brother asked.

            Deep down I knew what was wrong, but I didn’t want to believe it. The realization had come to me as soon as we had stopped at the car. The look on my parents face told me everything I needed to know.

            After my parents explained to my siblings what was going on and they had finished their complaining we decided to go inside, where it was warm. My parents called their parents and explained what had happened.

            “There’s a spare battery as soon as you walk in the garage to the left… Yeah… Ok. See you in a little bit.”

            We waited until the store closed, and we had to sit outside in the snowy tundra, still there was no sign of my grandparents. The cold began to creep over my body. I could feel it move as it started at my toes and slowly made it’s way towards my heart.

            The headlights lit up our dark faces. The excitement overcame the freezing air and was enough to keep me warm until the truck drove right past us. The feeling of being stuck in the middle of nowhere, with no battery to start the car and keep us warm, was unbearable. After another hour my dad got a call from my grandpa saying they were five minutes away. Every car that passed meant that we were one vehicle closer to them. When they got there my family immediately got into their car to warm up. The battery was installed and all we had to do was warm up our car and we would be on our way home.