Happy days

Chapter 3

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" I screamed to the top of my lungs to find out that I've awoken backstage, with campers, counselors, and my parents, worriedly towering above me.

     "Sweetie..." Mom muttered.

     "W-where am I?" I frantically blurted out, not focusing on my surroundings.

     "Your safe. Of course," Mom shook her head as if backing away a harmful thought."You...fell asleep,"

     I nodded slowly, turning my head around to see my audience. I got up. Was the show over? I worriedly looked at Ms. Tarfy read my mind.

     "Your up next. The show ain't over," Ms. Tarfy scowled.

     Then, an uproar of clapping from onstage. That clearly showed that It's my turn. I moaned, and groggily balanced on my two feet and rubbed my forehead. I slowly paced myself onstage, hearing ushered words of "Good Luck" behind me. I kept walking, until I set myself in front of the microphone. I did a little ahem, to catch the audience's attention. 

     I soon was finished. I was proud, though. I made people applause sometimes in the middle of presenting my piece, and caused a bit of mingled laughter in there too. I  smiled, and took a bow. The audience stood up, whistled and roared. The clapping was so extreme, for a very long period of time, which calmed down once I was out of sight from the stage. Counselors and parents, congratulated me and patted my shoulder and back. some high-fives too. This gave me courage. To write even more. 

     We celebrated at home. After all that exhausting mess, I crawled back up to my room to find my phone, to greet me with 17 missed calls. 

     It was from my friend, Winston. And, yes, my friend is a boy friend. Not a girl friend that most people would think I would have. First, he's my only friend, and second, I just do not get along with girls. I call him back.

     "Yo, Winston residence! Speaking?"

     "You know who's speaking, Winston Tonerstrum!" 

     "Hmmm, Taylor Swift? My greatest fan? Mwah!"

     We laugh. He jokes a lot. We both loathe Taylor Swift. I mean, I guess she's okay, she just doesn't do my kinda music.

     "Anyway, why were you calling me 17 times?"

     "Um...have you heard?"

     "What?"

     "There is a new highly rated vacation that I think you should go to!"

     "What? Tell me!" 

     "Happy Days!" 

     "Sounds persuading,"

     "Oh, come on, Amy!"

     "What? I don't know! It's hard to find one special place!"

    "They've got waterfalls!" 

     "Yeah?"

     "Sigh. Just come to my house."

     "At 7:00?!?!"

     "Yes! Amy! Come!"

     "Fine! Just wait,"

     I hang up and sigh. I thump downstairs, to see my mom and dad talking with wine glasses in their hands. I swiftly put on my coat and hat and boots and emerge towards my mom. 

     "Mom? I'm going to be at Winston's," I tell her.

     "This late? I don't want you to be out this late..." Mom worriedly replied.

     "Mom! I'll be fine," I assure her.

     As I rush out the door she calls." Be back by 9:00!"

     The sharp waves of the cold winds bite at my as I trail down the sidewalk, headed towards Winston's. Soon, reach his door, and knock. He answers. The same old look I've known since I was in kindergarten. dirty blonde hair. Like me. Green eyes and freckles, and always wearing a hoodie of some sort. We hug. He squeezes me tightly. Too tightly. I squeeze back. We're both soon gasping and wheezing for breath as we let go of each other.  

     He grabs my hand, forcing me to his room."Come on! You'll love Happy Days once I show you this!"