Some people are hot. The kind most boys want to date. I'm soooooo far away from that. I'm not nerdy or anything like that.
Just plain hot.
I have red hair. People who have red hair don't have red hair like me. When you touch it...it's burning. My skin. It's pale. Like it's not getting enough sunlight.
You can't touch me.
I'm too hot.
It's like touching lava. One of my friends, Beth, pointed that out.
I cannot get enough heat. I love it.
When winter comes, I almost die. Every winter. The cold does something to me. I can't do anything about it. I can't go outside.
I can't risk touching snow.
Every singe person can touch snow.
Just not me, I thought as I got out of the car.
