Wynter Sora

As predicted, I'm trashing my Thieves' Guild story and making up a story about a girl called Wynter Sora Green. Evidently, her parents were fond of unusual names. She's sixteen, with long brown hair and green eyes. I'm not sure if Millbrook, Ohio is a real place- I saw the name in a book.

I pressed the gas pedal down and my old Mercedes rumbled to life, the engine protesting. Sure, it was a blue piece of junk, but it was my blue piece of junk. I'd bought it with my own money.
Smiling to myself, I pulled out of Burger King's parking lot and onto the interstate. I hated Burger King, but after an hour or fruitless searching for a restaurant hunger had made me cave.
I was headed to my grandparent's house beside Lake Michigan, away from the relentless heat of Millbrook, Ohio. Every summer, I happily let my parents drive me to their house. Now that I had my Mercedes, I could drive myself and be free of their squabbling.
It took me thirty minutes to reach my grandparent's house from Burger King, twenty along the interstate and another ten down the winding sandy road. I finally came to a stop at their driveway, my engine stuttering as I took the keys out of the ignition.
Yep, it was a crappy car.
Gram looked up from her garden. A small pile of limp weeds lay at her feet. She was death to anything that threatened to invade her prized flowers.
"Wynter, honey! I was worried when your parents called and said that you were driving up here alone! Did you have a safe drive?" she called as I stepped out of the car.
"Obviously," I laughed. "No dents in the Mercedes and no broken bones."
"Thank goodness," Gram laughed back.
I smiled. Why did Gram always take better care of me than my mom? She was patient, concerned, kind- everything that Mom wasn't. And she truly cared about me.
"Your grandfather's in the washing room, trying to fix the dryer. He'll be glad for a break." Gram opened to door for me. "I'll send him out to get your luggage."
"Thanks," I sighed, kicking my shoes off and collapsing at the dining room table.
"I'll make some ice tea," Gram promised as she headed off toward the laundry room to inform Grandpa that I'd arrived.
I sat back in the chair and let my eyes drift close. Driving up by myself had been a lot more challenging than I'd expected, but I was victorious. After a long day of being cramped in the car, I was glad to be at my grandparents' house. Maybe tomorrow I could go swimming in the lake with Jake, if he was...
"Hey, Wynter!" Grandpa called, flinging the dining room door open. "I'm glad to see that you made it okay."
"Hi, Grandpa. Is Jake in town this week?"
"Yes, he'll be here all summer," Grandpa answered as Gram started preparing the ice tea. "Why? No one back at Millbrook caught your eye?"
I scowled. "Jake's only a friend, and you know that. He'll never be more than just a friend."
Gram set a glass of ice tea down in front of me and glared at Grandpa. Just then Gally, their golden retriever, burst into the room and covered me with slobbery licks.
"Gally! Gross! Stop it!" I complained. Gally's ears perked up, and he suddenly attacked the trash can.
"Galileo!" Gram shrieked as she dragged the dog from his meal. "Golden retriever, my foot! You're nothing but a glorified trash hound!"
Summer had truly begun.