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was almost no such thing as sweat during this season of winter, as far as she knew.

The boy stared down at her. "Building or trying to?" he asked, his face breaking into a cocky grin. "Doesn't look like one to me."

Adele felt her cheeks become hot. She gathered the snow again, and tried making the snowman's head for what seemed like the hundredth time since morning. She wanted to just ignore this unknown boy for she couldn't care less who he was, but he seemed intrigued by her, and didn't want to leave. Instead, he sat down next to her. He didn't offer any help, nor did he say anything. He just stared at her, a quizzical expression on his face.

"Where do you come from?" Adele asked, not bothering to conceal the annoyance in her voice.

He looked somewhat surprised that she had asked such a thing or maybe it was her tone, but he smiled immediately that one would barely notice. "I live across the street," he said, pointing to the house directly opposite. "We just came here from Bolton last week. I'm Patrick."

He extended his hand, and she reluctantly shook it. This was the notorious Patrick? Her parents had already warned her about him. He was supposedly a bad kid, they told her; one that didn't mix around with the rest of the children, because he could never get along with them. He was a rotten seed', according to Mrs Dunham, the lady next door.

"I'm Adele," she replied. She paused momentarily. "Why don't you go back across the street before your parents start looking for you?" She looked at him, leaving the snowman's head alone.

He ignored her question. "What're you building a snowman for anyway?" Patrick said instead.

"Just for my own purposes," she said.

Patrick rolled his eyes. "I know that, silly," he replied. "But why do you want one? Snowmans are over-rated."

Adele narrowed her eyes. "No, they are not," she said tersely.

"Yes, they are!" Patrick countered, standing up.

Furious, Adele gathered her things hurriedly, and ran back into her house, slamming the door as hard as she could. She dropped her things to the floor, sobbing. She would never finish the snowman, even if she tried every day.

By next morning, Adele had already given up on her resolution to build a snowman. She decided that she couldn't care less anymore, and that she didn't want to waste more time outside, where she'd eventually freeze to death. She went downstairs after washing up, trying to hide her disappointment from her parents, but then she realised that it didn't matter, since they

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