Wild Ride

Chapter 2

I yawn, slowly raise up, and rub my eyes. I reach for my phone with my eyes closed, but I don't seem to have any luck finding it like that. I finally give up and open my eyes, which was a mistake. The sun shines through the windows, harassing my sight. After sitting there, adjusting to the light, I'm not blind anymore. I turn to my right and see my phone laying face down. It says it's 10 am, which is normally when I wake up.

I decide I should find me something to eat before Madison texts me to hang out. I get up and walk to my kitchen in the great search for food. I stumble to the cabinets and decide that some poptarts wouldn't be a bad idea.

About an hour later Madison calls me.

"Hello?"

"Hey Cheyenne! Guess what!"

"What?"

"I said guess woman!" She yelled with too much enthusiasm.

"Okay, okay. You're eating pizza with a unicorn in Paris?"

"Okay smartass, I didn't mean something like that. I meant something legit. Geez, I'll just tell you." She huffed.

"I'm sorry Maddie, I'm just not good at guessing. I give up, tell me." I sigh.

"I'm going to an arts and crafts show in Cave Springs and I wanted to see if you wanna come with me!"

Seeing as how I didn't have anything else to do, and the fact that I love all things arts and crafts, I decided I would go with her. Plus it would be nice to get out and do something with her today, considering we didn't do much yesterday.

"Of course, count me in!" I exclaimed.

"Okay! I'm leaving in 30 minutes."

With that being said we hung up and I made my way to my bedroom. I decided to wear my hair straight, my floral shirt, some daisy dukes, and my cowboy boots. After that, I went and did my makeup how I do it every day. I grabbed my keys, set the alarm, and locked the door.

Once I walked to Madison's house, I texted her letting her know that I was waiting outside. She walked out with her hair in a ponytail, winged eyeliner, and was wearing a white polo, some Nike shorts, and her Chacos. That's one difference between us: I love my cowboy boots and she loves her sandals.

We hopped into her shiny, bright red jeep, blasted some music, and began our trip to Georgia.

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After we arrived to the art show, we payed the $5 parking fee. Madison wanted to walk around, so we walked to each booth that was set up. There were so many different things to choose from. One booth had paintings, another had jewelry, one had stuffed animals, one with beadwork, and so many more. Little food stands were scattered around the booths along the path. Smells of popcorn and fried food filled the air. Kids were walking around with drinks and toys in their hands. Adults were carrying on conversations with one another. The elderly were fawning over everything they seen.

"Hey, I'm hungry."

"Well hello hungry, I'm Madison." She smarts back.

"Madison, seriously." I whine. "Can we go to one of the food vendors and get some food?"

"Yes, Cheyenne. Let's go to this one, they have lemonade!" She points to a cart that has a rainbow umbrella on it with a tent set up for cooking behind it.

Oooh, so many choices. What do I want? A funnel cake wouldn't be bad. No! I want a corndog! I internally debate inside my head.

"Hello, what can I get you fine ladies today?" An elderly woman asks.

"I want a lemonade and a corndog, please!" I say as I feel my stomach growl.

"Alright, and what for you miss?"

"Can I get a cheese quesadilla and a lemonade?" Madison asked.

"Why of course you can!" The woman smiled back.

After we paid we received our lemonades and sat at one of the picnic tables beside the food vendor. While we were waiting for our food, Madison took selfie. A man working in the tent brought our food to us and asked if we were good. We said yes and he went back to cooking.

We finished our food and threw our trash away. Madison and I had decided that we should probably head back to Bama. I was walking past a booth when I seen him.

"Oh. My. Gosh!" I silently yelled.

Sure enough, he turned around.

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