"I'm going to die," I express getting off the bike while hugging the cereal as if it were my best friend for life.
Regina looks at me curiously and shakes her head.
"You're not going to die," he shrugged, smiling.
“Maybe this is heaven,” I say. I approach my friend and touch her cheek with my thumb”maybe you are an angel.
My friend smiles as she slaps me to stop poking her cheek and smirks.
"Maybe I am," he adds, looking at me with amusement.
I make a disgusted face wrinkling my nose and shake my head.
“You look more like a leprechaun,” I add and watch as he pretends to be shocked and disgusted as a joke.
"Look who's talking," she mocks me, "the girl who goes to the store in her pajamas and dog slippers."
I laugh and shake my head.
"I'll come for you at two o'clock."
“You live a
