"You can't win!" Kaia screamed in frustration. The days of infuriating winter had long since passed, and Kaia was now faced with the ancient form of torture known as an Indiana summer. The ground was scorched and would viciously attack any moisture it could find, greedily guzzling it in a vain attempt to find relief. The air weighed heavily on Kaia, making her feel as if she was wading through a pool of lava, thick and torturous. Her body reacted to the stroke-inducing temperatures by pouring sweat out of every single pore. With a grimace, she pulled her tank top away from her body, completely drenched. God... I'm sweating in places I didn't even know I could. Much to her surprise, Kaia found herself longing for the evil snow of winter. Any relief from this sweaty, frizzy-haired hell she was suffering through would be welcomed!