Girls Night Out Essay Example

furry blanket over her pale arms.

Her lips were pink and pouty, her round face was a kaleidoscope of emotion, and her expressions were as changeable as the British weather. What she lacked in beauty she had tenfold in her streetwise know-how. And although she had teachers in despair with her constant chattering, interrupting and copying other kids, her wits and her tongue were scalpel sharp.One Friday in mid-May I was the lucky one, Alison had hand selected me to come out with her that evening, she had drilled me on what I was to wear, reminding me of out last 'night out', where I had worn a 'save the pandas' t-shirt and orange jeans. I hated the way she condescended at me but at the same time held her opinion as invaluable.

She sat next to me for the rest of the day; I caught her 'posse' throwing me venomous looks but I didn't care. I was the diligent, intelligent host and she was the parasite, copying my answers until our pages were identical.That night I donned my 'coolest' clothes and tied my purple and blue striped fleecy around my waste. I hurried down to Alison's house and knocked politely at the door.

Alison barged out slamming the door behind her. Catching her breath, she seemed surprised to find me on the doorstep; she recovered quickly from the shock and frog marched me down the road. It took me five minutes to realise that Alison was not trying to perform a citizens' arrest, but was trying to link my arm! We continued down the road in this Laurel and Hardy fashion until we came

to the local shop and stepped into its murky depths.I knew what to do; I carefully selected Alison's favourite confectionary from the wrack; neon coloured, acid flavoured lumps of sugar and bright pink sticky bubble gum, I paid for the sweets with a precious pound coin that my Grandmother had bestowed upon me the previous weekend. As I left the shop my parcel was torn from me and Alison set on the chewing gum like a hunger striking pig at an 'all you can eat' buffet. We strolled up the hill arm in arm I didn't ask where we were going as Alison's mouth was entangled with pink goo that occasionally emerged in the form of a wobbling, slime covered bubble.

I found myself being led away from the road and the hustle and bustle of village life. Alison took time out of her frantic chewing to converse with me as we walked. "Can you spit? " she inquired, bemused by the question I nodded, unsure of what I was letting myself in for, "can u spit like this? " Alison demanded. Almost gracefully she arched her neck back and propelled it forward in a trice, a gargantuan globule of green phlegm shot out of her mouth and landed at least two meters away from her. I stepped back in mixed repulsion and amazement.

Your turn" she sang, a wicked grin playing on the corners of her mouth.I prepared myself for the test; leaning back I gathered saliva at the front of my mouth and jerking myself forward spat it out quickly. A pathetic splash of white saliva appeared no more than two feet in front

of me and Alison doubled over with hysterical laughter. As she contended with her mirth I glanced at our two efforts; her disgusting, malignant green 'flob' sitting boldly on the cracked paving stone and way behind it my bead of white spittle was hunched apologetically on a piece of moss. I sighed and followed her up the hill.