The Challenge
It was a warm July day inside my dad’s Grand Cherokee. The sun blazed down on me and my best friend Peter like the world was inside an oven. “OK,” said Peter, counting on his fingers, “4 cookies ‘n cream, 2 vanilla, 2 mint, and 4 cookie dough?” I nodded my head. “Yup, that’s 12!” I closed my eyes, anticipating all that ice cream. Twelve scoops, 6 toppings, plus whipped cream. The Ferris Challenge.
Suddenly, I got thrown up like I was on a trampoline, exploding my train of thought like a bomb. “Speed bump!” said my dad, doubling over with laughter. I rolled my eyes. “At least that means we’re almost there!” said Peter with a sly grin. I laughed, punching him lightly. He is so annoying sometimes, but he’s one of my best friends, and I enjoy being with him. I don’t know if I could count the times we’ve had fun together. “Someone get a cage!” I yelled as Peter kept slapping me. Soon we were both laughing hysterically.
When we pulled in, the thick, rich ice cream aroma wafted in the air, giving only a preview to the refreshing taste of it. I inhaled deeply. “Hmmm..” “Ahhhh….” I exhaled. Now I was excited.
Our shoes slapped on the hard concrete parking lot as we hustled into line, our smiles like watermelon slices. It was finally time to order our ice cream. “Hi, how can I help you?” asked the lady taking orders. “Hi,” I replied, “Can we have the Ferris Challenge?” “Yeah.” said Peter. “4 scoops cookies ‘n cream, 4 cookie dough, 2 vanilla, and 2 mint.” The lady opened her mouth to speak. “You got it!”
It seemed like forever and a day, but our ice cream arrived. “Ophh!!” I wheezed has I took the container. ‘You could bench press this!’ I thought. “Well, what are you waiting for!” said Peter. We ate and ate and ate, stuffing the stomachs under our matching 2016 CT Zone Team Swimming T-shirts.
In the car, I was thinking. Me and Peter never fail to have a good time. That was my last thought before I drifted off into a light, stuffed sleep.
