Spencer: “I win!” she says, pulling me out of my trance.

Ashley: “Whatever!” I say, just to act like I really care. “Hey, lets go on the jungle gym.”

Spencer: “Alright.” we jump off the swings and I beat her to the jungle gym.

I get to the slide and slide down. Spencer’s still not here. I look back and see her sitting at the other end of the jungle gym, her legs hanging off swinging. But she’s talking to like three guys. Timmy the jerk, Bobby the cheater. And Crayola. His name explains him. She’s just sitting there talking to them, she’s supposed to be playing with me! Crayola says something and I see her laugh. I go over to them.

Ashley: “Spencer!” I whine. “We were supposed to be over there.” I point to the jungle gym.

Spencer: “Oh…sorry.” she says, looking at me apologetically.

She hops down. And takes my hand. I instantly forget why I was mad and smile at her.

Spencer: “Bye guys.” she says back to them.

Timmy: “But Spencer…” we keep walking.

Spencer: “Merry-go-round?”

Ashley: “Ok.” Spencer stops walking, my hand still in hers. She looks back at the 3 dumb boys.

Spencer: “Hey guy’s can you come spin us?!” she yells back at them.

They look at each other and run over. Spencer looks at me and smiles at me smugly. We get to the merry-go-round, Spencer sits across from me.

Bobby: “Get ready you guys.” I roll my eyes.

Aiden: “Dude, they’re girls. Idiot!”

Timmy: “Whatever, let’s just do this.”

They finally spin us. Like really, really fast. I see Spencer close her eyes. I shut my eyes tightly, feeling the wind whip around, it’s exhilarating. I open my eyes and see Spencer. She’s looking directly at me, smiling. I can’t help but smile back. Is it me, or is this thing getting faster? The smile leaves my face, and is replaced with horror. I feel…

Ashley: “Huh.” I retch and It flew all over Bobby.

Bobby: “Gross!!!!” Crayola and Timmy stop the merry-go-round. Everything’s all spin-y, but I can see Bobby slinging his arms trying to get my throw-up off of him.

Spencer: “Ashley.” she says, wobbling up to help me.

Bobby: “Ashley…ASHLEY?! She threw up on me, you should be helping me!”

Spencer: “Yea, well she’s my friend. You aren’t!” she said, draping my arm over her shoulder and putting her arm around my waist. She walked me over to Uncle Art.

Arthur: “Ashley, are you ok?” he says, kneeling do my level.

Ashley: “I feel better, I just really have to brush my teeth.”

Arthur: “Well, how about I take you girls to the mall tomorrow?” I shake my head no quickly.

Ashley: “No! I’m fine.” I say, hoping I didn’t mess this up.

Spencer: “Ash, are you sure? I don’t mind going tomorrow.” I smile at her.

Ashley: “Alright.” I say, giving in. Uncle Art takes us home.