The scrumptious aroma of barbecue filled my nose. Roasted vegetables, marinated slow cooked meat . . . yum. The party was perfectly set up in the field itself with the entire town eating, talking, dancing and celebrating joyfully. Mainstream pop and rock music was played and the atmosphere was so inviting and delightful, like there was some festival or carnival going on.
I was filling my plate with dollop of sour cream, lettuce cups and barbecued, saucy meat while listening to the talks of Ginger, Anne and Marya. Ginger couldn't stop chirping about the fights and romantic moments she had with Chad, they were really adorable.
"Do you and Noah fight a lot too?" Ginger asked suddenly and the spicy chicken stuck in my mouth. I swallowed it with great difficulty and drank orange juice. I ga
