Author's Note: As always, I don't mean to offend anyone with my writing. This story is complete fiction.
Saturdays are supposed to be fun.
It's just a fact of life -- like how Mondays are supposed to be boring and Fridays should be exciting. When one of the days of the week isn't setting the mood it should, you know something's wrong.
My parents had gone out for the day. That left me bored and alone, desperate for something to keep me busy. I glanced at the clock. Eleven thirty. Fantastic. Absolutely and completely fantastic.
I knew if I didn't find something to do, I'd just end up rotting on the couch for the day.
A light bulb went off in my head, and I dashed to the phone.
An hour later, there was a bang on the door like a cannon blast, and Karen nearly tripped over herself as I let her in.
"Hey, thanks for inviting me over!"
I smiled back. Karen really wasn't so bad, once you got over the perkiness. Well, that and the fact that she'd talk right over you if you had more than three words to say. But she was actually a pretty nice person.
Just as Karen hung her coat up, there was another knock at the door. This time Grace skipped her way in, followed by Kathy.
"So? What are we doing today?" Grace asked.
"Whatever we want." Before Kathy could open her mouth, I continued, "As long as it's legal."
"Always have to go ruining my fun, don't you Summer?" teased Kathy.
"Yeah, it's one of my favorite things to do." I rolled my eyes. "Anyway, we could watch a movie. Or go ice skating or something."
"I've never gone ice skating before!"
"Count me in!"
"This should be fun!"
Or a disaster, I thought. I wasn't sure how we'd all get along together, but things were going smoothly so far. So far.
We walked over to the ice rink in a bit of an awkward silence, until Kathy mentioned that she'd just bought a new winter coat and Grace started talking fashion. It was one thing we could all relate to. After a while, I stopped worrying about making sure that we didn't fight.
We rented ice skates and got out onto the crowded rink, helping Karen learn to skate. She was fine, once she got over being so nervous and stopped falling over.
Soon the four of us were holding hands and skating circles around the rink. Karen fell over again, pink-cheeked and giggling. Grace, Kathy and I, all laughing, leaned over to help her up when . . .
THWACK. A bunch of older guys skated by, and one rammed right into Grace, who fell over, onto the rest of us. I felt the back of my head bang against the ice, but couldn't feel anything. There was a loud CRACK and one of the guys yelled, "Eat snow!"
After a couple of seconds, I realized what had happened. There was a crowd of skaters gathering around us. I looked over next to me, and saw Grace sitting up. Her forehead had a bruise, but besides that she looked okay. Karen was on her knees and -- wow, there was a lot of blood coming out of the side of her leg. I looked over to see Kathy, but couldn't find her until . . .
Oh my goodness. Oh my -- there she was, lying about a yard away, her blond hair blowing in every direction, and her arm . . . it didn't look right.
"Kathy!" I yelled. She didn't move.
I stood up dizzily, ran to where she was lying, and then sank to my knees. "Kathy! Wake up!" I could feel tears welling up in my eyes.
A voice in the crowd screamed "SOMEBODY CALL 911!"
Then everything went black.
