Getting Ready (Otherwise known as chapter 3)

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                When the bus gets to my stop, I run off and slam my bag into the snow. "FREEDOOOOOOMMMMMMM!" I scream. I take my things and run to Stephanie. "You going to the dance?" I ask.

            "No." She answers. "I'm not missing another episode of Legend of Korra." I roll my eyes. "Hey, you wanna be in my pre video for the video tomorrow?" I question.

         "Yes!" We run back to my house and I set up my HP Mini. "You coming Steph?" I ask

        She throws her stuff on the ground. "I'LL PICK IT UP LATER!! GOTTA PPPPEEEEEE!!!" I laugh as she barges into the bathroom. 5 Minutes later, she comes out. I wait for her to set up her laptop

       We start up minecraft and go on our private server. I put on my headphones and microphone. I let Stephanie borrow my extra pair. "Hello Chocolate Chips!" I say into the microphone. "You all know me as Minecraft cookie, I presume. Bu-" "Presume?" Stephanie interrupts. "Look it up stupid." I answer.

        "As I was saying, Meet one of the many guest stars coming on to my christmas special TOMMOROW!!" I point to Stephanie, cuing her to talk.

         "Hi." "So exciting." I say sarcastically. "So Stephanie, Hows life today?" "Really?" I roll my eyes at her and continue with the video

        After about 10 minutes of recording, I finally sign off. "So Don't forget about tomorrow. Oh yeah... Its a live stream. Did I mention that? No? Well I am Now! DON'T FORGET TO SUBSCRIBE! Say bye Stephanie!" "Bye." I roll my eyes again. "Thanks for watching!" I stop the recording and shut down minecraft.

          I stare at Stephanie. "You sounded so excited." I comment sarcastically. "I was tired!" "You weren't tired this morning when you were bouncing around like a pogo stick." I mutter to myself. We laugh and go in my room. After an hour, Stephanies Mom calls and she has to go home. "BYE! See you tommorow!" "Yup." she answers. "SO EXCITED!" I scream down the hall sarcastically. "Whatever." I roll my eyes, yet again and get ready for the dance.

          I first get out my Santa hat, of course, and plop it on my head. I look at the clock. It is 4:00. There's still two hours till the dance. I think to myself. Maybe I should wait. Just then, It turns 4:01. "AHH! Only one hour and 59 minutes until the dance!" I run around frantically trying to find an outfit. Then I look down, see what i'm wearing, and sit and watch TV.

        While I'm watching TV, I wait for my friend chelsey, who My Dad is driving to the dance. Along with me of course. My Mom died when I was just two years old. She wanted me to be a professional Flute player. She would freak out If she found out I'm a professional Minecraft Player. I shake these thoughts out of my head as I see Chelsey's Bike pull into My driveway.

        She rings the doorbell as I fall down the stairs and my santa hat flies across the living room. Breathing heavily, I answer the door. "What happened to you?" She asks. "Nice to see you too." I pant. She welcomes herself in and picks up my santa hat. She looks at me strangely.

       "Nice to know you're not afraid to be judgmental." I say while grabbing my Santa hat and putting it on my head. We sit on the couch and watch TV until Dad comes up from the basement. "OK girls, lets go." He says annoyed. He never really got me. He's a scientist, and I'm failing science. The only people I feel comfortable with are my friends. Chelsey puts her make up on while I wait for her.

       One hour of putting make up on, It is 5 'o clock. "Hurry up chels!"I yell to the closed bathroom door. "SHUT UP I CAN TAKE AS LONG AS I WANT!"

     After 20 minutes, I start to get annoyed. I barge into the bathroom to find her trying on dozens upon dozens of Santa hats. "And you judged my one Santa hat." I comment as she blushes with embarrassment. I get her out of the bathroom and make her stare at the clock. "WE GOTTA GO!" She yells as I watch her grab her ticket and Jacket and run into my dad's car.

       I get in the car with her and give her one of her many many Santa hats. she swats it from my hand, picks it up, and plops it onto her head.

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