Who: Charlie and Izzy Where: Izzy's House When: Early afternoon, Saturday Why: Because Sister Lawrence assigned an overbreak English assignment, and they were paired up for it.
Charlie had set out from his warm bed after an afternoon of sleeping in, only to be thrust into a colder than usual winter day, searching in vain for an address that his classmate had scribbled on the back of a CVS receipt. (Chapstick, Hershey's Bar, People Magazine, Advil.) She had said it was within a "stone's throw" of the school, but he had been walking for nearly twenty minutes, and he had yet to see a stone that could soar for over twenty minutes. Muttering obscenities under his breath, he looked up at a sign post and saw he was at least in the right direction.
Turning on the block, he looked back down at the reciept back. It had a small description of the house, written in small, curved handwriting. "Small house, red brick. Dying flowerbed in front, large dent in the mailbox, right side of the street." Shoving the now crumpled receipt back into his pocket, he was annoyed to find that all the houses had red brick and dying flowerbeds. Checking the mailboxes, he was glad to see a heavily dented, black metal mailbox.
Doublechecking the address, he stalked his way up to the door and rang the bell.