Chapter 3: Jordan

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Who was the stupid one who picked a horror movie.  Oh my gosh, I was about to murder them.  It was an amazing movie, don't get me wrong, but I am so freaked out right now, the zhombies under my bed will surely eat me tonight.  

As we walked out of the theatre, everyone one was talking.  Really loudly.  I heard them from across the room.  I don't mean to sound like a grouch, but I am still thinking of the movie we just saw, and one of those loud talking people across the room are surely going to murder me.  Its probably that goth girl that keeps looking at me.

"We should get ice cream!"  I heard Julia say. Many people agreed, and I nodded. Sure, why not? "Where do you wanna go Jordan?" Julia asked me, waiting for my answer. I wanted to say somewhere without zhombies, but they would probably laugh at that, and I am trying to be serious.

"How about Eggers?" I asked, thinking of the place my father and I use to go once a month. That was years ago though. I heard an agreement around the group, and we made our way to the exit. 

At Eggers, we had a HUGE celebration, and because I use to be a valued customer, I got a discount of everything was free.  AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!  

In the end, I had a present time, even though I didn't know people brought presents. I ended up with $150.01, because one of my friends thought it was funny to give me $25.01.  What am I going to do with a penny?  

After everyone left, I was alone with Bridgette, getting ready to leave the ice cream parlor.  I gave a $20 tip because it was free.  As we were on the bus to get home, I started to doze off.  It was only like 10:00, and suddenly I was exhausted.  The last thing I remember was leaning on Bridgette and falling asleep.

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