Memior

Charlotte Warder
1/8/07
3rd Block
Hitting a Dear
Lying in Anna’s bed, almost knocked out by our growing tiredness, I hear my phone ring,”let her cry…let her cry”. I scurry from out of the comfort of the sheets to the ground. “Hello”, I said as I hurry to answer my phone before I miss the call. From the other line I hear this familiar deep voice, “What are you doing?” said Matthew. After a few agonizing minutes of small talk he finally asked me if Anna and I could come get him, Cely, and Dee from Jackson’s. Anna and I went and asked her mom and called them back with the answer of yes.
Running through the house like chickens with no heads, we managed to throw on some clothes and get the keys for the car. We started the car and “vroom” off we went. Dancing around, listing to music we were having the time of our lifes because we had been sitting in Anna’s room for it seemed like hours with nothing to do. I pulled in the driveway and “beep beep” went my horn. Out walked the three of them. Cely and Dee’s cars were at JC’s but of course Matthew needs us to take him to his house because he is always bumming rides. As we pull out of JC’s Matthew pops his American Rejects cd in. Moaning and groaning, Anna and I complain…that band was not our favorite. But there was no changing Matt’s mind; we were going to listen to them.