The SleepOver
by Michael F.
It was a very rainy day—it was raining cats and dogs! It was way too cold to go outside to play, and I (Ryan) was having my friend Adam come over. We were planning on riding our scooters and bikes, but it was way too wet and windy. The door made a loud knocking noise. I answered it, and Adam had an apple in his hand. He gave it to my mom—boy, what a goody two shoes he is! Me and Adam aren’t two peas in a pod. He was always clean as a hound's tooth and I, well, I’m a backseat driver—well, at least that's what people say about me. Time went by and it was already 9:30. I was planning on playing some video games and eating ice cream, but Adam just wanted to burn the midnight oil because it was a weekend! We decided to go to bed, so I got into some sweat pants and a shirt and got in bed, but like a bolt from the blue Adam came out in bunny pajamas. I could not stop laughing! “Take those off and change into normal clothes!” I demanded.
“People are right, you are a backseat driver!”
That's when I totally hit the roof! “Oh yeah, well you're just a bull in a china shop!” That's when we both started to get mad.
“I’ll call my mom—maybe she will pick me up and take me home!” Adam said.
It was 9:45 and Adam was calling his mom. She finally answered, and boy did she sound down in the mouth. “What's wrong, Mom?” asked Adam.
All she said quietly was, "I’m just down in the dumps today because I lost my job today.”
“What!” I yelled. “When?”
“Just today. He just called me!”