The Time I Was a Gargoyle (In 12 Sentences)

Georgia and I always go crazy at my house, our stomachs aching from laughing so much, our iPod batteries dead from the endless dance parties, our voices hoarse from singing and screaming. It was the dead of winter: the weather outside was grey and freezing cold. I decided to make us fully loaded hot chocolate, a delicious but terribly sugary drink, to help with the cold. We travelled through the living room, across the foyer, out the front door, and onto the porch to enjoy our hot chocolate. Georgia and I then pretended to be gargoyles. Of course. Georgia got a text from her mother who instructed that we pack Georgia's things and that we wait for her to arrive and that we prepare to leave. Mrs. Weygandt pulled into my driveway, but she backed out of it immediately. Across my neighborhood to catch her, we ran frantically. Why had she left us? We caught her and jumped on top of her car and stopped her. The confusion we faced at her strange actions, the mini race we ran to catch her, the life-threatening jump we made to stop her all payed off when Georgia finally got to go home.