It is cold for October

I decide to head back to the house to tell my parents in person what had happened.  I start to run as fast as I could.  The thought of me getting grounded slowly diminished as the worry of what could be happening to my little brother ruled my mind.  

The cold air burns my lungs as a sprint down the street and turn onto my road.  I see my parents are already out in front of the house with a panicked look on their face.  I begin to explain my situation winded and out of breathe.  My mom pats me on the back and looks down at her phone and receives the same text that I received from my younger brother.  

"Please Help."

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