It is a warm, crisp afternoon in early June.
Everything is silent. SLAM! A car door whacks shut and four boys are
talking and joking around with each other while hopping in the car.
Where are they headed exactly? Their sixth grade party, with a lot of
excitement in their voices.
I walk in the school and can already hear the music bellowing in the
auditorium. We walk to the doors of the auditorium and our smiles
pervade the room. I already feel excited. Kids are talking with their
friends and dancing. Everyone that is talking has their own group of
friends, all boys or all girls. Nevertheless there is still glee among
the kids. I slowly but surely make my way in and the first thing my
friends and I go for is the photo booth.
Finally after what seems like ages, we are the next people to use it;
our picture is imminent. We get inside and the seconds wind down.
THREE—I am handed the goofy hat that I asked for—TWO—then the
glasses—ONE—and hands sweating, I fumble to get them on. SNAP! The
picture is taken and I look just as goofy as I wanted to look.
We get out of the photo booth and start walking around to find our other
friends, but next thing we know the DJ is calling us up to the floor so
we can play a game. The game is called Coke & Pepsi. In Coke & Pepsi,
there are teams of two. The players are assigned either Coke or Pepsi.
If the DJ calls Coke, then the people who were assigned Coke have to run
to their partner that is Pepsi; if he calls Pepsi, then the Pepsi people
have to run to their partners that were labeled Coke.
My friend Jack and I are partners—of course. We are always partners in
everything. I have known him since I was nine, and that doesn’t seem
very long only because I moved here at that age. I was assigned Coke and
Jack was assigned Pepsi. The DJ calls Coke and I start running all the
way across the auditorium; then all of a sudden he calls Pepsi while the
Cokes are still running. Jack is completely caught off guard. Now both
the Cokes and the Pepsis are running to where the Cokes should be. I get
back to the line in time, but Jack isn’t very close and is neck-and-neck
with one of my other friends named Andrew. They are both ten feet away
and both sprinting their fastest. Still neck and neck at five feet, then
four, Jack gets a slight lead on Andrew. Three feet and still in the
lead—is Jack. Two—one—then barely making it by a hair—Jack—and we both
feel feel excited.
We don’t end up winning, but come close enough to get a prize, which
happens to be a plastic boomerang that doesn’t work but is still very
fun to play with. For the rest of the night we do trick shots with the
boomerangs by skipping and sliding them into trash cans that were set up
to play with. You can say I’m as much of an expert at trick shots as
someone is at doing something their first time. I have a lot of fun, in
fact as much as someone when he wins a championship in anything.
No matter what situation you are in or what happens, friends that are
always by your side can always lead you to a great time.
It is a warm, starry night in early June. Slam! A car door whacks shut
as one boy gets in. He has just had the time of his life.