Sunday, May 20, 2018

Friends Keep You Happy By: Elsa

Friends Keep You Happy By: Elsa

Friends are a gift to have. They stick by your side anywhere, any time. For example, if you are sad or even bored, friends can make the positive happen.

“Can we go ride our bikes?” I asked my dad.

“Yeah, Right after we have lunch.”

I walked over to the dinner table and sat down, staring at the snow peas lined up on my plate. I took a spoonful of mac n’ cheese which dripped down my chin in a tiny narrow stream of cheese.

“Done,” my sister and I said and quickly got out of our chairs. The sound of the garage door caught my attention. I grabbed my helmet and put it on my head, ready to go outside. “Goodbye.” We started riding our bikes down the driveway and onto the sidewalk.

“Here we go. The 5-minute bike ride to Kendall’s house,” I said.

The breeze traveled through my helmet, creating a cool line across my forehead. Screech, went our bikes as we parked them in the bright green grass. As we both got off of our bikes, my eyes focused on an orange pail full of soapy water and sponges. Ding dong. We rang the doorbell and my friend’s dad stood in the doorway.

"Hi, Is Kendall here?" I asked.

"Yes. She is right over here," he responded. Kendall walked out onto the porch on silent feet.

"Hey, Kendall?" I asked.

"Yeah?"

"Why is there a pail full of soapy water and sponges?"

"Come and follow me," she said. We both followed her around the corner to see Kendall's brother's battery-charged car.

"Can we ride in it?" I asked.

"Uh, sure," Kendall responded. "But we probably won't fit." Kendall hopped into the car. "I can't fit and I'm assuming you can't fit either, but we can try to ride it." Anna hopped into the car with Kendall. My eyes looked around, observing everything in my sight. "Okay, Anna. Here is how you control the car." I listened to Kendall while she explained the instructions to my sister. I could sense Anna looking at the controllers while Kendall was speaking to her. I quickly, but silently turned around with my mouth open ready to speak, but Anna and Kendall started riding off. I waited for them to turn the steering wheel to start heading back my direction. I quickly ran down the driveway.

Both of them hopped out of the seats that they were seated on, Anna driver's seat and Kendall passenger's seat.

"Is there anything that I could ride in?" I asked Kendall.

"Well Elsa, you could ride in my sister's police motorcycle, but it's broken," she explained.

"Is it out of battery or is it physically broken?" I asked in confusion.

"I think it's just out of batteries." "Last week when I tried riding the motorcycle, it was out of batteries," she responded.

My eyes skimmed everything and paused at one object, a water gun. I suddenly noticed myself reaching out and grabbing it. I looked up with a smirk on my face. "Do you know what I'm thinking?" I faced the two of them to see them both smiling at me.

"I'm driving!" Anna exchanged a large smile at Kendall and I. Suddenly, Kendall ran and hopped into the car gracefully.

"I guess I'm it," I said with a delightful shrug. The car made a pleasant sound on the sidewalk. A usual sound that sounded bumpy, but yet calming. I knew it wasn't time for dilly-dallying so I filled up the water gun with the soapy water. I was ready. I charged after them, getting closer with every step I took. Vmmmm. The sound of the car got louder the closer I got to it. The sound rumbled in my head over and over.

Water gun ready, target located, go! I took one final charge towards them like a cheetah running free on the grasslands. Three, Two, One, squirt! I watched in laughter while my friends got drenched in water. Another squirt would do the trick, I thought.

"Haaaa!" Both of them laughed as we switched places. Now it was my turn to drive the car. I energetically grabbed the steering wheel while Kendall jumped out of the car, grabbed the water gun, and ran to fill it up. Meanwhile, Anna scooted to the passenger's seat.

"Let's do this," I spoke under my breath. I took control of the wheel, focusing on the sidewalk. I glanced back to see if Kendall was running up behind us. She met my eyes with hers. I drove as fast as I could, trying to avoid being wet. She outran the car and held up the water gun ready to shoot. I grabbed the towel in the back, and heaved it above our heads as a shield from the water. Kendall seized the handle of the water gun and shot a huge blob of water at us.

Our clothes were drenched, though, the coolness of the water overlapped the heat of the sun. I scooted over in the passenger's seat and Kendall handed Anna the water gun. Anna ran towards Kendall’s driveway, and Kendall took off.

“Hey, Elsa?”

“Yeah?” I answered in delight.

“I have a plan. So we're going to drive down the street over in the cul-de-sac, and you are going to cover us with the towel in the back, but you have to hold it so Anna can’t lift up the towel,” Kendall explained. I heaved the towel above our heads holding the towel down. Kendall held up a little edge of the towel to see where she was going. Suddenly, the car stopped. Kendall pushed the gas pedal but nothing happened. “I can’t move.”

“Maybe we’re stuck on the curve.” I glanced under the towel. We were on the sidewalk.

“Oh no.” “I think we’re out of battery.”

I looked behind me and Anna was running up behind us with a filled water gun. Anna paused beside us.

“Um Anna, I think we’re out of battery,” I laughed a little when I said those words and when I heard them. Kendall and I hopped out of the car.

“Maybe we can try holding up the back and walking it back to my house,” Kendall suggested. All of us lifted up the back of the car and started walking, tilting the steering wheel to go straight or another direction.

When we got back to the driveway, we decided it was time to leave. We both gave Kendall a hug.

“Goodbye, Kendall. See you tomorrow,” we both said at the same time.



As you can see, spending time with friends is just what you need sometimes to be happy all day long. Even when the slight unexpected things occur. It is always good to be happy. Friends are a true gift to have.

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