“We here.” One text, and it sent me running out of my house in 3 inch heels and a long glittery black dress, making it really hard to run. It was finally time, it was homecoming night, and what better way to start the night than by taking a joyride in one of your dream cars. I didn’t even have to step out of my house to hear the music blaring from the speakers. A shiny black Dodge Charger was waiting for me outside. Me, my best friend, her brother and two other friends were all going to Homecoming together.

The door shut behind me and the night began. George, my best friend’s brother, pressed on the gas, and I jumped back at the speed. The music was so loud I couldn’t even hear my friend right next to me. It was picture time now. The three of us went all out. We begged and begged George to let us take pictures in front of his car, and he finally caved. Picture after picture, pose after pose, we had taken so many pictures that we lost count. George wasn’t the best camera man, but the pictures were still nice. Then before we knew it we were off to our next stop of the night – the dance.

We were excited, cars filled the parking lot, everyone dressed up, it was HOCO night. After everything, the dancing and getting lost in the crowd, we all ended up back where we started. The night we had been waiting for had come to an end, and it couldn’t have been more fun.