I was knocking on the door for ages. Why wasn't Gordie answering?
I know his parents wouldn't answer, they were always at work this time.
Gordie and I were best friends. Why had he been ignoring me lately? I wanted to catch up with him. I just wanted to know why he would always avoid me or pretend I didn't exist whenever we were out at the Ice-Cream Parlor. I didn't know why.
Unless...
No, no, he wouldn't know about that. No one knows about that.
So the other day, when I saw him walking down the street, I talked to him. Asked him what's up. He said he was fine. I knew he wasn't. But I knew I wasn't going to get an answer out of him there so I asked him if I could swing by tomorrow.
And he said yes. Straight away. Almost as if he wanted me to ask that. Which was weird. But I didn't think anything of it.
It took me too long. Then, I remembered what Gordie told me ages ago - he had a spare key under his front mat.
I got the key and turned the latch, going into the house. Once I entered, I saw someone on the street. It was Mrs Allen, Gordie's neighbor and the meanest lady in town. She was looking at me suspiciously but I didn't think anything of it.
Maybe it looked like I was breaking into his house. Which I kind of was. But Gordie wasn't answering.
I called out for Gordie but I didn't hear anything.
So I walked through the house and into the lounge room.
And then I was met with a weird sight.
In the lounge room, Gordie's glass table was on its side. The glass wasn't there. And it was on its side. I looked around. I saw about two or three shards of glass but not the rest of it.
It literally looked like someone had smashed the table and cleaned the glass.
I looked around. Gordie wasn't there...
"GORDIE!" I called out...
But no answer...