It was freezing outside. But I was burning hot in my extremely large coat my mom forced me to wear, and I walk stiffly next to my best friend, Tara. She was only wearing a green sweater and some sweats, and I envied her for only a second when I noticed her teeth chatting and her shivering body.
If there was one thing I hated more than anything else, it was being cold. And I hated being constricted too, but not as much as being cold. Tara didn't mind so much. In fact, when it was summer she'd constantly be in the pool, sucking on a popsicle or drinking cool lemonade while I was just soaking up the sun.
Anyway, Tara and I were walking to the book store to get the latest installment in our favorite series, Warriors. I've been reading it since I was in 2nd grade and caught up pretty quickly. We were both 13 and we were both teased in school for reading such a "babyish book". But I would never stop reading this series.
We were lucky to have a Barnes and Noble near us, because the second closest one was an hour away, and my family didn't own any advanced technology to download it onto a Kindle or Nook or something.
Finally, we walked in and the familiar warmth of the store washed over us. I took off the coat and tied it around my waist. Right at the front of the store, 5 stacks of the book, The Sun Trail, were piled up on a table.
Ever-so-dramatically Tara slowly picks one up and squeals like a six year old. "I am SO excited!" She gushes. As if I couldn't tell. We check out the books and Tara literally buries herself in the book. "You need to be careful or you'll hit into a pole or something," I say but I don't think she hears me.
We get to the street and are crossing it when suddenly, a huge truck comes barreling out of nowhere. It's speeding so fast and I try to push Tara out of the way but suddenly it comes slamming into me and Tara and we both collapse, unconscious. The last thing I do before I black out is hold the Warriors book as tight as I can in my broken fingers.