Object Story

I followed Chelsea and Megon through the crowded mall, not sure where we were going. I played with the charm on my phone for a minute, and placed it back in my pocket, then started worrying the hem of my shirt. My two best friends had told me that they had a surprise for me, and I still had not pulled the big secret out of them. Usually, I could get them to spill, but the fact that they were determined not to tell gave me the idea that this was big. The farther we went, the more crowded it became. It seemed as if everyone was waiting for something, and Chelsea and Megon were pushing their way closer to the source of excitement. A huge stage was set up, I soon saw, in the food court. Nothing I could see was happening though. A table was set up in front of the stage, and a lady sat behind it. My friends led me this way and approached the woman. She gave us a huge smile.
“Sign your names here, girls,” she said, handing Megon a pencil. Megon wrote her name down. But I found this strange. She had written her real name, Meggie. This was a not a good name for her, all three of us had agreed. So we had changed it, and instead we call her Megon. Nobody but Megon’s parents, and us of course, knew this, so it was really weird that she would write it for a stranger.
“Thank you, Megon,” the lady said, standing. “We’ll be ready in a minute.” She clopped away on her heels, and Megon took the chair. Two more were sitting behind the table, and she pulled these out for us. We faced the stage, and Megon pulled out a bag of chips from her enormous bag.
“What is this about?” I demanded.
“You’ll see,” Chelsea said mysteriously. Megon pulled the chip clip from the bag with a flourish.
“Here,” she said, offering me the bag. “Have a chip.” Suddenly the lights dimmed. A wailing guitar intro was played, and stoplight flicked on, focusing on four figures who stood on the stage. I recognized them immediately. It was Four Play, my favorite band of all time! I just gaped as they played their first song. I could hardly believe it! Soon, the song ended. Their lead singer, Ella Williams, came to the front. “Now, we are here for a very special occasion!” she spoke into the microphone. “Is there a Jasmine Lopez in the audience?” Did she just call my name? I just sat there like an idiot for a minute, so Chelsea grabbed my hand and waved it in the air for me. “Come on up here, girl!” Ella said. I stood up numbly, and climbed a set of portable steps to the stage. Four people came up from the other side, carrying a huge cake between them. Ella pulled matches from her pocket, a lit one, then put it to each of the candles on the cake, so I soon had thirteen candles aflame.
“Happy birthday, Jasmine!” Ella yelled into the microphone, the audience echoing it back to her. “But,” I stuttered. “My birthday’s not for another week!” Ella laughed. I blew out the candles, and went back to my seat. Four Play played another song, and this time I sung along.

By, Emily