I woke up at nine AM, sat up, and stretched, but retreated back under my comforter because of the harsh coldness surrounding me. I looked around my bedroom. Everything seemed normal. Bed's in the right place... desk still the same... hey, my closet doesn't look like that! I thought. I looked out the window and gasped. It was November 27th and snowing? Then I remembered we were in New York. I rubbed my eyes and realized that my cheeks were stained with tears. I couldn't help but think about the friends that I had lost. I was ready to cry, but then I decided that I didn't want to mope anymore. I had new friends, and I lived in a new place. And if that wasn't enough for a fresh start, IT WAS SNOWING! I grabbed my new bright orange (come on, people, give orange a chance!) winter jacket and climbed onto the fire escape. I stood there, dumbfounded, in the snow. I didn't know what to do! I had never experienced snow before, considering I had always lived in a warm climate. I looked across the street and saw Mickey on her fire escape. She looked pretty excited about it, too. I never realized that people who lived in a place where it actually snowed still got excited about snow!
"Hey, Mickey!" I called, waving my hands in the air for attention.
"Oh, hey Izzy!" She smiled, and danced a little in the snow. "I'm so happy! This is the earliest it has ever snowed!"
"Really? I don't know anything about this stuff! I've never been in the snow!"
"Seriously? We better be quiet, we'll wake the neighbors!"
"We'll wake the neighbors? What about the noise!" Even in this quiet corner of the city you could still hear everything going on. All of the car horns, ambulances and firetrucks, people screaming, cars screeching, dogs barking, and everything in between.
"We're talking about New Yorkers, Izzy. We're immune to the common noise. Anything like teenagers yelling upstairs will tick 'em off!"
"I better come to your place so we can talk quieter!" She climbed down the ladders, crossed the street, and climbed up to my escape.
"Hey!" She smiled. "Ooh, this is pretty! I should do something like this to mine!"
"Thanks!" I sat on the ledge and let her sit on the chair.
"So Ty, Bridge, Kyle, Shawn and I were thinking of going to central park today. Snow melts pretty fast and we want to be able to do something. Do you want to come? You can bring Emma if you want."
"Yeah, I want to come, that sounds so awesome! I'll ask Emma, too. Her boyfriend back in Florida is a total jerk and I want to set her up with Shawn."
"Yeah! You should they look so cute together!" She said, excitedly.
"I know, right?"
I looked down and Mark was on his fire escape with Jerry. "Uh oh." I said.
"What?" Mickey looked down and saw them. "Oh."
"I don't want them to know you're here!" I lowered my voice to a whisper.
"Because my mom and Jerry get really mad when I have people over without permission!" I started panicking.
"Oh yeah, and my parents usually come upstairs to tell me breakfast is ready around now and if I'm not in bed they're gonna get scared!"
"Well we gotta get you back home!"
"I know, but how!"
"We'll sneak you down the stairs!"
We climbed out into my room and walked Mickey to the stairs, in short, quiet steps. When we made it to the second floor we thought we were home free, but then there was a cat on the steps. I got really freaked out! Were there stray cats in New York? Let alone in restaurants?
"Mickey, there's a cat on the steps!" I whisper-yelled.
"Oh, don't worry. That's Tinkerbell!" She knelt down to pet the furry, brown, striped cat. "My mom found her on the highway and she decided that she needed a home, but Tink was strictly an outdoor cat so she roams from building to building on this street. She likes the Smash the best though."
"Oh, okay." I sighed in relief.
"Want to pet her?" She asked, moving over.
"Uh, okay." I never really had any experience with cats, but I guessed that I'd better start now. I started stroking her soft fur, but she inched away to sniff my hand. Once she had finished she let me pet her again, but this time she was more affectionate and purred. She put her front paws up on my knees and meowed.
"Aww, she loves you!" Mickey laughed.
"She's so cute!" I said, deciding that I did in fact like cats.
Soon enough, Tinkerbell got off of my knees and went to chase a fly.
"Oh, Tink." Mickey smiled.
Suddenly, we heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
"Okay, Mickey, run." I whispered. "You gotta go home."
"Got it. See ya later!" She ran down the stairs, quietly.
I walked up the stairs to see Jerry, looking surprised at me. "Oh, Izzy, where are you going?"
"Um, I was hungry and I accidentally went down an extra floor."
"Oh well come over to the kitchen, we got food!"
But you see, I lied. I was not hungry, I knew exactly where I was going, and I also did not want food from a place that a cat eats from. Suddenly, the Smash Cafe's breakfast pouches were looking pretty yummy.