Oh Happy Night!

Andrew

My leg was hurting from all the exertion. Vincent had told me earlier to carry my crutches because he knew how crazy my friends were. I didn’t pay heed to him. I was paying the price now.

After the chanting and turning me inside out with their rocky movements, they finally dropped me and proceeded to explode in a thunderous uproar, clapping and whistling. Honestly, today was one of the best days of my life. If not because of the joy my friends brought, it would have been the look on my dad’s face. He had turned the brightest shade of white the minute I was flown into the air. Pretend all he wants, he still loved me, and his reputation of course. I dare not fail to add that. If not for my mum’s intervention, he would have made everyone drop their phones with the securities before entering the party.

The mad group dispersed, leaving the gentler ones who walked up to render their congratulation. My friend John had rushed out from nowhere and encased me in a knee-buckling hug. I