“Oh yeah”, I told my best friend Holly. She had just told me that her brother Larry was taking karate. “I think that’s a pie in the sky”. “Your brother wouldn’t even hurt a fly”, I exclaimed. We were at school the day she told me the news.
Five minutes later, a boy tripped and spilt milk all over her new shirt. “Now I look even uglier!” she cried. “Stop talking like that, that’s just mumbo jumbo!”
So, as we were walking down the hall, we saw a boy that looked like a buckaroo! He was as cute as a bugs ear! He told us that he had an extra shirt Holly could borrow. Then, he pulled me over to the side and said that he was only doing it because he liked Holly. “keep this information off the record”, he told me. I agreed and he handed Holly the shirt. I was building brownie points for the rest of the year.
From then on, the look on the buckaroo’s painted a thousand words whenever he saw Holly. She later on found out his true feelings about her. That’s how she became Mrs. Buckaroo.
My Best Friend