A lot of snow had built up in piles on the ice from all our skidding and sliding on our bikes, so none of us saw the long, narrow crack hidden under the snow that was getting bigger and bigger. Nobody, that is, except for Bones. 

I was riding my bike down the rink with the tennis ball, looking for my fourth Wapp of the game, when CRRAAACKK!! A sound split the air like thunder and I remembered thinking how strange it was that the thunder was coming from the ground instead of the sky. Then, a split-second later, my brain caught up with me and told me I was in big, big trouble. 

All of us who had been playing on the ice had stopped dead in our tracks. We looked like a pack of mice who had just realized they were being stalked by a very hungry cat. None us dared move an inch on the ice. 

That’s when Bones yelled from the top of the hill, “Get off the ice!” 

Right then I heard a sucking noise, and a chunk of ice collapsed into the water right underneath my back tire. I couldn’t pedal, and I was slowly being pulled back as my tire sank deeper into the water. 

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