Tonight my brother sister and I went to see a movie with friends. Mom had taken our cute little car somewhere which left me driving the van, which is as big, quirky, and homeschoolish as you can imagine. My siblings and I had a hilarious idea to fully embrace the quirkiness of three teens driving a huge white van alone. We decided that at stop lights, we would roll down the windows, crank up the Mexican radio music, and shake the van back and forth. My brother and sister shook it by each getting on one side of the van and jumping up and down. It worked like a charm and the van wobbled back and forth like a dancing blob of jello.
At the first stop light we rolled down the windows, cranked up the tunes, and they started jumping. The van was jumping with them. I awkwardly stared straight ahead avoiding eye contact with the person next to me, who my siblings told me, was staring at us. My brother and sister were laughing till the tears came and so was I. The person next to us began revving their engine and I laughed even harder. When after an eternity of twenty seconds the light turned green, I finally whacked up the ginger to take a look at the person next to us. He was an aged man gazing intently at us, and driving an old Tahoe full of people, who were also staring at us. He revved his Tahoe and then drove away. At the second light, nothing so glorious happened this time, but the person next to us did laugh so hared he was shaking. It’s fun to be Quirky and embarrass yourself.
Brainchild Galore 