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Car Wash
In case you didn’t catch that, Brian had a car wash at his school, and wanted me to participate. It was a good thing I usually dress comfortably. My clothing was perfect. This was gonna be a fun day. “So, you wanna help?” He asked. “Help? I live for this fun!” First we helped getting the whole thing ready. Like putting up posters that said THROUGH HERE and UP AHEAD: RINSE. We also put up buckets of water around. Other people went around the block putting up the posters that said CAR WASH. AT BEIN PARK HIGH SCHOOL. Brian and I stayed at the “scene.” After a while, the cars started to fill in. There were maaany cars. A few of them were really dirty, or bird-pooped 99%, or just too much to describe. Brian and I helped clean for a while. “Do you wanna leave?” He asked after about 20 cars. “Sure. If you want to.” “Okay, let’s go.” He told the teachers in charge that he was leaving. “Where do you wanna go?” “I don’t know..” I answered. “Where do you go when you’re in New York?” “Museums..” he said. “Which ones?” “The good ones. Follow me.” We went to an art museum, but I forgot what it was called. According to Brian, it was one of the many art museums in New York. We looked at art. He was really into art, he told me, but neither of his parents supported him. “Speaking of your parents,” I started. “Who are they, and where are they?” Brian smiled. “You ask too many questions, Saria.” “It’s the only way to live.” I said dead serious. Brian laughed. We went back to the hotel, just to find a surprise also waiting for our surprise arrival.
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