It was late Friday night, coming home after awful day at school. Eight hours at school, additional Math lessons and then biology project with your best friend. You were exhausted. You just wanted to take a shower, eat some chips and jump on the couch, having a movie marathon.

Weather outside wasn't making it better. Snow, cold and ice on the ground were pain in your ass. Of course, right when you left school, you have slipped on the freezed sidewalk, in front of the whole school. You spilled your hot coffee on your shirt and biology notes at her house and when you were about to open the door to your house, thinking about nothing but sleep, your keys have fallen into thick snow. I don't need to say, how furious you were.

You opened the door, dropped your backpack, took off you jacket and as you thought you could finally lay down, you saw what was going in the living room. Empty beer bottles, pizza boxes, clothes laying on the ground and that awful smell of trashy food mixed together. It looked like your brother, Chris, had fun morning playing games and now he have left to his girlfriend, leaving you with that mess.

You weren't going to give up like that. You took out your phone and as your blood was boiling you called Chris. He picked up immediately and before he could even say something, you started to yell and shout at him.

After some long minutes of swearing at him, you heard low and calm voice from the phone.

"Damn, looks like someone have a bad day... Need help out there, princess?"

That's when it hit you. It was Leon, Chris's best friend. You have picked wrong number.