SCARLETT BLACKSTONE
The ride to the mall was shrouded in silence, my spirits heavy, and my resolve wavering. I wanted to turn back, but my friends were counting on me to enjoy the day. They were trying so hard to lift my mood, and I didn’t want to disappoint them. When we finally arrived at the mall, I let out a quiet sigh of relief. Surprisingly, it wasn’t crowded, and the McDonald’s line was refreshingly short. It was like the universe was finally throwing me a bone.
“McDonald’s ice cream is unbeatable. Not even Burger King comes close,” Evelyn declared as we scanned for a place to sit.
She dove into her McFlurry with a kind of desperation, as if she hadn’t had ice cream in ages.
“It’s absolutely divine,” I murmured, savoring every spoonful.
“The best in the world, no doubt,” Luke a
