“The monkey’s told me I’d find you here,” my best friend Jill said, while I hid under the bleachers in the school gymnasium.

“Shh, Jill go away,” I said. “And how did the monkey’s even know where I was?”

“Monkey’s know things, you’d be surprised,” Said Jill.

“Duh, I’m past the point of being surprised by anything Jill, Cozzie, my gym partner is a Monkey!,” I shouted.

“Which I gather has something to do with why you’re hiding under the bleachers?,” Jill asked.

“I think Cozzie is gonna ask me to the school dance,” I said.

“And I take it you don’t wanna go with him?,” Jill said, obviously clueless.

“What part of Cozzie being a Monkey don’t you get , Jill?, ” I asked.

“I get that he’s a monkey Amber,” Jill said, “I just don’t get why you don’t wanna go to the dance with him.”

“Well, I… Um, can’t dance,” I said embarressedly.

“No problemo, Cozzie knows a lot of dance moves, you should see him do the the Funky Chicken,” Jill said.

“Here comes Cozzie, tell him I moved away,” I whispered.