Chapter 2

I stared at the text from my best friend, Carlos Reacher. We all call him CR, after the famous footballer, Christiano Ronaldo- although we all love Messi more.

So CR was asking me to pay a visit to his house as soon as possible. I wasn't really hungry, although it was already 7:30 p.m.- dinner time at my house- so I ran down the stairs, grabbed my mom's car keys, told my mom where I was going and burst out of the front door.

That's when I realized I didn't have my parka on. And to be honest, that isn't a cool experience on a snowy December night.

I ran back to my house, grabbed my parka, put it on, wrapping myself tightly in it and raced back to my mom's amazing Camry in the garage. I turned on the ignition and sped up the driveway, slipping and sliding over the icy street.

CR's house wasn't very far away from mine, but due to the heavy snow, I couldn't see clearly through the windshield or the rear-view mirrors, and it took me 20 minutes to reach the two-block-away house-and that was by car. Exasperating.

But anyway, I parked my car outside of the house, went up to the front door and knocked on it...knocked on it again...again...again...before I realized where I actually was.