![]() ![]() Part of me hoped Bex was talking about her father, who stood by the skating rinks concession stand, or her mother, who was by the rink's east exit. Even though our school had trained us well. ![]() terrifying.Įven though my best friend was beside me. So, scary? Yeah, scary and I go way back.īut at that moment Rebecca Baxter and I were standing on ice skates on a rink that used to be the moat around the Tower of London. After all, in the last year and a half I'd been fake kidnapped once, almost truly kidnapped twice, targeted by one international terrorist and two incredibly cute boys. I mean don't get me wrong, I am prepared for a lot of scary situations. But staring at the crowd in the distance, I couldn't help but think I am not prepared for this. I could see the night getting darker - the lights grow brighter - and my best friend's confidence was almost contagious. Her resolve was as solid as the Tower of London's ancient stone walls that stood twenty feet away. My best friend's voice was as cool as the wind as it blew off the Thames. ![]()
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