“Well, since I was only nine,” Brian reminded us, “I was just having so much fun driving around in the golf cart. Wes was in the middle of a golf lesson, and, I just didn’t see her there!”
“I broke my ankle,” Wesley said, glaring at Brian.
“How many times do I have to apologize for that?!” Brian yelled.
“You know I’m only messing with you!” Wes yelled back.
“Okay, okay! I got a good question!” I announced.
Everyone eagerly looked toward me.
“What are you most afraid of?” I asked.
“Zombies,” Wesley meekly replied.
“Zombies?!” Joe and I exclaimed.
“I know they’re not real, but I can’t bare to watch any zombie movies. They scare me so much!”
Nick and I burst into laughter.
“Alright,” I turned to Nick, “what are you most afriad of?”
He looked me straight in the eyes. “Making a fool of myself in front of our fans, or, dissapointing our fans.”