My fur is getting hotter and hotter. I think I’m going to explode from how hot it is.
“Can you please turn the air conditioning up?” I turn as I say those words to Peter, wearing three puffer jackets and still shivering.
“Doesn’t matter!” I say when he gives me a death stare. I turn back to the road and we were heading straight at the tree. I try turning the wheel but crash into a figure. I look through the misty windscreen to see where the figure and the car collided. We got out of the car. The figure got in the car and drove away.