I was confident, A little to confident for a girl whom awoke each morning and 'painted' my face with 'war paint' as my father likes to call it, so lets sum this up a bit it, It was an early November morning, nothing was unusual other than the fact the lake was frozen over, but that day I, yes myself, completely broke, you see, I found my best friend dead that day, completely and utterly dead, his lips were painfully blue and his skin the color of ivory