Chapter 2- Frost

Phoenix hated winter. The snow and the ice and the eww... of the sight of dirt slush on the side of the road. But the ice held a deep place of hate in his heart.

He could never get why people (for example Maya and Pearl) loved the snow and ice and ew. And they never got why he hated it. He couldn't bear himself to retell the story Larry loved to bother him with.

The story began when Miles, Larry and Phoenix were in fourth grade, and Phoenix, being the klutz he was back then (and still is) slipped on a patch of frosted ice that he didn't see. Thus he ended up with a broken arm and leg and a giant bruise on his cheek. That Larry kept poking.

Ever since then, Phoenix hated winter.

(ha... Phoenix hates winter...I think this is the longest one I wrote... whatevs. Please review!)