One sunny Friday morning, Rebecca woke up to the sound of her alarm going off. She looked at her clock. 7:00am. 'Today is Friday' She thought to herself. 'Tomorrow is Saturday and Sunday comes afterwards.' She got up from bed to freshen up. She was very excited for the weekend. After doing her business in the bathroom, Rebecca headed downstairs to have her regular breakfast meal: cereal. However, by the time she got down, she realized that she had taken too much times freshening up. Her family was already rushing to leave. Rebecca quickly gulped down her cereal and started to walk to her bus stop. When she arrived at the bus stop, she saw that her bus had not arrived. She started to wait, but soon her friends showed up in a very expensive convertible.
“Rebecca!” They called. “Get in!”
Rebecca looked confused.
“Wait, you guys are too young to be driving! You’re only 13!” Rebecca replied.
“Who cares! We’re skipping school today Rebecca!” They said. “Get in!” Rebecca glanced at the almost full car.
‘My friends are kicking in the front seat and kicking in the backseat.’ She thought to herself. ‘Which seat should I take?’ She stood there contemplating this dilemma before finally realizing that the front seat was already taken.
‘Aha!’ She thought. ‘I will take the backseat!’ She climbed into the back with two of her friends. She felt a wave of joy flood over her.
“It’s Friday!” She exclaimed. “We’re gonna be partying and partying!”
“Yeah!” Her friends chanted back.
Several hours later at 7:45pm, after they drove around the city in their convertible, they realized that the party was about to start. The 13-year-old driver sped down the highway doing 90 on a 65. Rebecca put her arm over her friend at the right. She thought about all the fun she was having. She pointed at her friend and asked if she knew what fun is. Her friend decided not to reply to the awkward question. Suddenly, a police car appeared from the behind.
“The po-po is on us!” One of the friends yelled. Determined to arrive at the party on time, the friends decided to speed even faster.
Meanwhile the cop chasing them was just as determined to catch them. The cop loved car chases. He always felt alive when cruising at a fast speed.
“So chillin’ in the front seat” He muttered to himself. “I’m driving, cruisin’, fast lane switchin’ lanes with a car up by my side, woo!” He turned and waved to the car next to him. He turned back at the road and realized while he was rapping, he lost Rebecca in the traffic. He sighed in the defeat and looked at his watch. ‘It’s Friday,’ He thought to himself. ‘It’s the weekend, I should be having fun, not working!’ He then proceeded to make an illegal u-turn on the highway and head backwards on the wrong lane to the nearest bar.
“We evaded the cops!” Rebecca yelled happily.
“And just in time for the party!” Another friend exclaimed. They got off the car and entered the huge beach house. The music was pumping out heavy bass. Everybody was dancing already. It was generic music and some people were already getting bored of it.
“We need new music!” Someone demanded.
“Yeah!” Another agreed.
The complaints soon turned into a mini riot as the underage teens started to destroy the music player.
“Rebecca, save me!” The host of the party yelled. “They’re destroying my house! My parents are gonna kill me!” Rebecca knew what she had to do. She took a microphone and connected it to the speakers.
“Alright, everybody settle down!” She said over the microphone. “I’ve got a song for you guys. I call it ‘Friday’.” Rebecca began to sing her song in the rhythm of the shitty disco club music playing from the speakers. She sang about her day, and another important lesson she learned: The days of the week.
“Tomorrow is Saturday, and Sunday, comes afterwards… I don’t want this weekend to end!” Rebecca sang aloud.
As the song ended, the crowd grew quiet. Crickets could be heard chirping in the distance.
“That was the dumbest song I’ve ever heard in my life!” Someone exclaimed from the crowd. The others chanted in agreement. The once silent crowd grew into an angry mod and surrounded Rebecca.
“Do you think we’re stupid? We know the fucking days of the week!” A person cried angrily.
“What kind of lyrics are those? You have the shittiest imagination ever!” Another exclaimed.
The crowd soon overcame poor Rebecca and threw her out of the house.
‘Damn.’ She thought to herself. ‘I was looking forward to the weekend.’
