The Story of Kaydee

Chapter 2

"Did you see Les Mis?" I asked, carefully stroking my pet chinchilla that Jared had given to me. "Have I seen lesbian?" Arielle questioned, trying to talk over the loud noises coming from the band. "No, Les Mis", I shook my head. "Oh, ew, no", Arielle grimaced.

We were in the middle of a football game right now. Some of us were sitting in the stands for our third quarter break, others went to the concession stand, the concession stand that always seemed to have a line that lasted forever.

"Where's your beard?" Arielle inquired, setting her clarinet to the side. "Somewhere. I don't know... I don't care", I replied. To be honest, the only thing I really cared about right now is this chinchilla that I named Edwin Bumblebottom III.

"No Mr. Moesby! You had your shot back in like, 2008. It's my time to shine!" Clay yelled at a random black man in a suit as he ran up the stairs to make his way into the stands. This "Mr. Moesby" was chasing after him as he came into the stands. Finally, when Clay reached near Arielle and I, he stopped. "I think I can do the stanky leg better than you", Clay insisted. "WHAT?! I INVENTED THAT MOVE YOU STUPID PLAYDOH!" Mr. Moesby shouted.

"Arielle, gimme my sax", Clay demanded, one of his fingers pointing to his totally fab pink saxophone that he had decorated with silver sparkles and purple ribbons. Arielle carefully grabbed the rather bright instrument and handed it over to Clay.

He began playing "Careless Whisper" by George Michael on his saxophone and swayed his body back and forth, trying to get into the groove. Then, he stuck one leg out as far as possible to the side, wiggling it around as if he had a leg that was immobile but he was trying to move it with force. This was called, "The Stanky Leg".

"WHAT IS THIS WITCHCRAFT?!" Mr. Moesby was infuriated by the superb dancing that had come from Clay. He quickly came toward Clay and booty-bumped him so hard that Clay fell over and landed on Arielle's feet. "Clay, my feet are not pillows", Arielle scowled. "Maybe I'll just have to sacrifice you."

Mr. Moesby took out a special remote from the pocket of his suit jacket, and with a click of a button, a floating disco ball appeared out of thin air and a massive stereo system was magically set right in the middle of the football field. He began doing the same move as Clay, which made Clay seem very angry. "Sorry, Playdoh, it's my time to shine", Mr. Moesby gave a sassy snap.

"What are your opinions on my dancing?" Clay asked, struggling to breathe. "I'm a bird", I responded. "Alright, what about you?"

"I want to throw you into a volcano", Arielle answered.