On Thin Ice
Text copyright © 2004 by Matt Christopher Royalties, Inc. Illustrations copyright © 2004 by Michael Koelsch
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Contents
Savannah Smith sat at her desk, chin in hand, staring at the fat snowflakes falling past the window.
I wonder if the hill will be ready for snowboarding soon,
she thought.
That would make Bizz happy.
Belicia “Bizz” Juarez was Savannah’s best friend. She was helping Savannah learn to snowboard.
Savannah wished for the thousandth time that she and Bizz attended the same school. But this September, Savannah had started at a private, all-girls school called the Academy. Bizz went to their old school.
Savannah missed seeing Bizz and her other friends every day. But her father wouldn’t hear of her switching schools. “You’ll get a wonderful education at the Academy,” he said. “And you’ll still get to see Bizz after school and on the weekends. Plus, you’ll make new friends at the Academy.”
Luckily, Savannah
had
started to become friends with a few girls. One girl in particular, Angela Sturgess, had gone out of her way to make Savannah feel welcome. Angela was very different from Bizz. Bizz loved extreme sports, especially roller hockey. Angela preferred quieter activities, like arts and crafts. Savannah enjoyed art projects, too, but she also liked blading and boarding with Bizz at the local skatepark. She sometimes wondered how Angela and Bizz would get along if they met.
The bell rang, signaling the end of the school week. Savannah joined the throng of girls in the hallway.
“Hey, Savannah! Wait up!” It was Angela. Savannah paused until the pretty blond girl caught up to her. “I got your party invitation.”
“Wow, that was quick!” Savannah and her family were hosting a holiday ice-skating party for Savannah’s classmates and their parents. Mr. Smith had installed a rink in the backyard earlier that year. People could skate until it got dark, then they could come inside for refreshments. Invitations to the party had gone out only a few days before.
Savannah had thought about inviting Bizz and her other friends to the party, too. But when she tried to imagine her Academy classmates hanging out with them, she couldn’t. Besides, she knew her old friend Jonas Malloy would have a party. He always did. So in the end, she hadn’t invited Bizz and the others to the skating party. In fact, she hadn’t even told them about it. Not yet, anyway.
“It’s so cool that you have a skating rink in your backyard,” Angela was saying. “Could I skate on it someday?”
“Sure!” Savannah replied. “Ask your mom if you can come over tomorrow afternoon.”
The two girls joined the other students waiting for their parents to pick them up. “The invitation says to bring a present to exchange,” Angela said. “Does that mean one present for each of our classmates or just one present only?”
“Just one present only,” Savannah confirmed. “We’ll do a grab-bag swap.”
“What’s that?”
“Each kid brings a present and puts it into a big box. Then everyone gets a number. Number one picks a present from the box and opens it. Then number two picks a present and opens it. If number two wants to keep her present, she can, or she can trade her present for number one’s present. And so on until everyone’s picked and traded.”
“Seems like number one gets a raw deal,” Angela said.
“Actually, it’s good to be number one,” said Savannah, “because once everyone’s picked, number one does the last trade, so she gets to pick from all the gifts!”
“Ooh, then I hope I get to be number one!”
Mrs. Smith drove up a moment later. Savannah got into the car, waved good-bye to Angela, and settled into the backseat. Plows had cleared most of the snow from the streets, so she and her mother made it home in no time. The phone was ringing when they walked into the house.
“Hey, girlfriend!” Bizz bellowed from the other end. “Grab your board and meet us at the skatepark!”
“My board?” Savannah replied. “Are you crazy? There must be at least six inches of snow on the ground!”
Bizz laughed. “Not your
skate
board, your
snow-
board! Alison called to say the hill behind the park is open for business!”
Alison Lee was a teenager in charge of the local skatepark. She made sure the kids who were skate-boarding, inline skating, and snowboarding were being careful. Savannah knew that if Alison said it was okay to snowboard today, then the conditions were just right.
“I’ll meet you there!”
Twenty minutes later, her mother dropped her off in the parking lot. Savannah joined a parade of kids climbing the hill. She had just reached the top when
thwap!
a snowball smacked into her stomach. She looked up to see Xavier “X” McSweeney grinning at her. Jonas Malloy and Bizz were behind him.
“Yo, Savannah!” Jonas said. “When are you going to get yourself some proper snowboarding gear? You know, goggles and a face thingy like mine.” He tugged his fleece face warmer into place so that only his eyes were peeking out. These he covered with yellow-tinted goggles.
“Forget him,” X said. “You’re just in time to see my first revert of the season.”
“Don’t make a big hole in the snow when you do a plant!” Jonas joked.
“Ha!” X snorted. “If I fall, I’ll eat my hat.” With a wave, he took off, zigzagging his way down the hill. When he’d gone halfway, he suddenly twisted around one hundred and eighty degrees. Then he rode the rest of the hill backward. Bizz and Jonas cheered.
“That’s a revert?” Savannah said. “Switching from forward to backward?”
“Forward to
fakie,
” Jonas corrected. “Yep, that’s it. Wanna give it a try?”
Savannah shook her head. “I’m still a newbie at this stuff. It’s cruiser runs for me all the way.”
“I’m with you!” Bizz agreed. She flung an arm around Savannah’s shoulders. Savannah grinned and put an arm around Bizz, too.
“Great shot! Say cheese!” Bizz and Savannah looked up to see Alison pointing a camera at them. “I’m taking photos to hang on the wall of the Community Center,” Alison told them as she snapped their picture. “‘Friends to the end,’ that’s what I’ll label this one. Now get a move on. You’re holding up the line!”
Bizz didn’t hesitate. She strapped herself on to her board, gave a little hop, and took off down the slope. Savannah watched her friend go, then secured her bindings and followed Bizz down the hill.
Friends to the end,
she thought.
That’s Bizz and me, all right!
Savannah was still new to snowboarding, so she
swished
down the slope nice and easy, getting used to the feel of the snowboard. She had to pinwheel her arms a few times to stay upright. Otherwise, her first run of the winter felt great.
She caught up with Bizz at the bottom. As they stepped out of their bindings, they saw Charlie Abbott and Mark Goldstein with X.
“Hey, guys!” Bizz called. “Wait for —”
Floosh!
A wall of snow covered Bizz and Savannah. Jonas had just finished his run. He’d ended it by digging his board into the snow sideways, lifting the white powder into the air.
“Get him!” Bizz yelled. She scooped up some snow and heaved it at Jonas. Savannah and the others did the same. Then, following some unspoken signal, X and Jonas teamed up, Charlie and Mark turned on Savannah and Bizz — and the snowball fight turned into a three-way battle.
After a few breathless minutes, Savannah dove behind a snowbank for protection. She lay still for a moment, then risked a peek.
Bizz, X, Charlie, Jonas, and Mark jumped up from behind the other side of the bank. Each had a huge armload of snow. Savannah ducked inside her coat, but her friends moved faster. She shrieked as snow hit her neck and trickled down her back.
“Seriously, girl, you gotta get a face warmer thingy. It protects your neck, too,” Jonas advised. Then he hurled himself over the snowbank. The others followed, howling with laughter.
“Smile for the camera!”
Still grinning, the kids looked up just as Alison snapped a photo. She took two more shots, then tucked her camera safely inside her coat pocket.
“If you guys want to do any more runs, you’d better stop clowning around,” Alison said. “The sun’s going down. I have to close the hill soon.”
Without another word, Savannah and the others scrambled up, grabbed their boards, and rushed to the top of the hill. They each got in three more runs before Alison called an end to boarding for the day.
Tired and happy, Savannah tromped with her friends to the parking lot. Looking at their smiling faces, she felt a wave of guilt for keeping her skating party a secret.
I’m going to invite them after all!
she thought.
They’re my oldest friends and I want them there!
She opened her mouth to speak, when Jonas suddenly smacked his forehead. “I almost forgot!” he said. “My dad’s finally got our party planned. Get this: We’re going bowling! The bowling alley is putting in one of his video games next week. The owner said we could have a couple of lanes.”