Essay about The At The Manhattan Memorial Park
Dusty and Vinyl went to register for the competition, while I was in charge of getting a front row seat, so I could look at Vinyl, smile at her, hoping that she would win it all, even though she barely had any practice or preparation. Nevertheless, I believed in her, believed that she would come out of this tourney victorious.
By the time I had managed to get a good seat, I had heard Vinyl calling my name from afar. Her face was beaming with happiness, and, when she stepped up to me, I smiled back. “So, did you get in?”
“Yup,” she said, waving her ticket in the air. “Turns out there are only eight competitors, me being one of them.”
“We got to the registration booth just in time too,” Dusty said, catching up. “I was surprised we even made it.”
“Well that’s great,” I said.
“Yup,” Vinyl said. “Can I tell you something, Octavia?”
“You can tell me anything, Vinyl.”
“Will you be disappointed in me if I lose?”
My smiled faltered, lost all its momentum. “No, I won’t be disappointed. I would have no reason to. Forget about what others…