Leaf-raking activity
recorded by Brooke
That Saturday seemed like any other. Brooke, Jessica, Jessica, Katie, Allyson, Haley, and Mitchell met in the quad, completely unaware of how the leaf-raking service activity would turn out. They were as unaware as a blindfolded person walking into a room full of ants when their favorite tv show is on. The weatherman had promised snow, but his promise was as hollow as a mother's promise for a Furby for Christmas, before she arrives late to Toys R Us and all the Furbies are sold out, and she ends up buying a sit-n-spin on clearance instead. But then you get a Furby later that year for your birthday so things aren't so bad after all. So no snow, but the air was as crisp and cool as a ginger snap left in the fridge overnight. Just like two meteorites hurling through space, the two cars sped at a safe and reasonable pace toward the park. The ground was littered with leaves, like a concert venue after three bands played who threw leaves into the audience instead of confetti or guitar picks. But the girls' resolve to rake was as unshakable as a baby rattle locked in a steel vault, with no key or passcode to open it. Soon the leaves were bagged and everyone ate pizza and agreed that the day had changed their lives forever.
