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authors note: this is the same chapter as before, but i forgot that it needed to be italicized, so i'm deleting the other chapter and putting this one instead.
I live in a small town. I go to a small school. My Grandma owns a small apartment. You get the idea. Every year we have this festival to celebrate the “birthday” of our town. (Which was sometime in early 1800’s.) Mr. Maynard, our mayor, makes a big deal out of it. There are fireworks of dangerous proportions, the biggest pie-eating contest you’ve ever seen, and the oldest Farris wheel in the state.
It’s always my favorite time of year because it’s the only time the whole town gets together and actually has a good time. Mr. Gerd doesn’t fight with Mrs. Powell and Johnny doesn’t jump off buildings just to get attention. It’s the one night in the whole year when everyone is happy.
This year was just as great. Katie (my best friend) and I were walking around the Central Plaza in front of city hall, slurping cherry red Popsicles as she talked about how cute Austin is and how absolutely adorable that t-shirt he wore on Friday was. I rolled my eyes and let my mind wander savoring every last lick of my Popsicle.
Looking around, I spotted my cousins, Cameron and Eric (even though they were only 6 months older than me, they both acted like they knew everything). They were surrounded by a bunch of girls who apparently thought they were as cool as they "looked". (Haha) Eric told a joke and all of the girls erupted in a high-pitched giggling that strongly resembled a pack of hyenas. I snorted.
“What do you think I should do?” Katie’s voice tore my gaze away from my cousins, and back to her.
“Huh? Oh, um…”
“You weren’t listening were you.”
“I was listening, I always listen! Sometimes, I just get a little distracted.”
“Well, I was saying-“
“Hey.” A voice from behind us called. A voice I recognized very well. Josh.
“Hi!” Katie called, and shot me a look. I rolled my eyes.
Glancing at Josh, I replied, “Hi.”
He grinned at me. “We were wondering if maybe you guys would like to come with us to watch the fireworks show.”
“We’d love to!” Katie answered. I glared at her. Was it absolutely necessary for her to speak in exclamation points? But then I remembered.
“I can’t. Sorry, I promised I’d help my grandma clean the house because my parents are coming tomorrow.” You should have seen the look on Katie’s face, I almost burst out laughing right there.
“Oh, okay. That’s cool.” He replied.
“Sorry.”
“No problem, Katie will come right?”
“Yeah!”
“See you later?”
“Yeah, bye.”
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