A Cold Winters Day...Grojband Corney One-ShotWinter-time in Peaceville is what one would describe as bleak, plain, boring, silent. Not one adult nor child roamed the lifeless streets. Not one snowman stood proud against the sidewalks. Windows were slammed shut and the doors had stoppers shoved underneath to prevent frosty draughts from entering the warmed houses. A cold, crisp breeze sliced through the air. It flew through the trees; entwining the somewhat smaller branches, zipped through the neighbourhood and then right by me.I adjusted the beanie on my head, completely oblivious to the cold. My band however,shivered in displeasure. I wonder why.“Core…”I reverted my gaze downward to meet the emerald eyes of a girl about my age. Her fire-truck red hair fell to just below her chin and half was propped up with a bright yellow hair clip. She looked slightly annoyed. I smiled at her sweetly.“Yes, Lanes?”She faltered, and choked a little on her words. I grinned.“Yes?