1 I Can’t Feel My Feet

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CHAPTER ONE, I CAN'T FEEL MY FEET twentyeight degrees Fahrenheit. IT WAS FRIDAY. It was cold. Super cold. The sidewalk was covered in cold, gray slush as Rosie, Simon, and I walked to school. It had snowed the past couple of days and now it was all melty and clumpy. There were 412 sidewalk squares from the end of my driveway to the front door of school.

I had counted them, like, a million times. I couldn't count them that morning though, because of the slush. It was fine. I already knew there were 412. And it was an even number—I like things that are even numbers. So instead of counting the sidewalk squares as we walked and talked, I stayed busy being cold. "It's cold," I said. "It's freezing," Simon confirmed and shivered his shoulders. "I checked the thermometer on our garage. It said twenty-eight degrees. And Mom said it's going to get even colder the next few days. The high on Monday is supposed to be thirteen degrees."

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"Thirteen will be the high temperature?!" I asked. Simon nodded. His nose and cheeks were already bright pink and we weren't even halfway to school yet. "What's the low going to be?" Rosie asked. "You don't want to know," Simon said, shoving his hands deep in his pockets. He found a dime, pulled it out, and looked at it for a second. He seemed really excited about it for some reason. Then he pushed his hands back into his pockets to get warm. "You can tell us," Rosie said. "How cold?" "Eight degrees." "Maybe it will snow more," I said hopefully. "Maybe we'll have a snow day and not have to walk to school when it's freezing." "I thought of that too, Molly," Simon told me. We could see the school in the distance now. "But Mom said there wasn't any snow in the forecast. Just cold.

Then colder. Then on Monday, coldest." Rosie groaned and pulled her knitted hat down over her ears. Her hat had one of those fuzzy balls on top that jiggled as she pulled it down. She said, "I can't feel my feet." "Me neither," Simon agreed. We quickened our pace. By the time we got to school, we were practically running. It wasn't a fun kind of running. It was more like a we-don't-want-to- be-outside-one-more-second kind of running.