Freddie POV

Okay… So I guess I was just supposed to, just… I'm not even sure what I'm supposed to do right now. Luckily, Nora and her batty mom saved me. Never thought I'd imagine those words.

"Guess what I have?" Nora yelled at top volume.

We were inside, you freak of nature.

A silence filled the air as Nora put the dish filled with green goop on the table. An even larger silence filled the air as she looked at each and every one of us specifically.

"I SAID GUESS WHAT I HAVE?" she yelled after realizing that none of us would answer.

"Guacamole!" the mom yelled.

Nora looked at her in disbelief. "Mom," she whined. "You already knew!" she complained as she stomped her foot.

I'm in a wacky shack. Wait a minute. Guacamole. That's one of Sam's favorites. Sam was dying for real food – She's been saying so since we got here. If she doesn't get up off her place on the couch in the next thirty seconds, I must've done something wrong.

After a minute, Sam was still on the couch, her head held in her hands. I was an awful person. I think I've broken Sam Puckett.

Nora had went to put on a record, something that our ancestors used in the stone age. I finally remembered what they actually were when I heard the lyrics that I heard millions of times before in It's A Wonderful Life. 'Buffalo Gals, won't you come out tonight, come out tonight, come out tonight. BuffaloGals, won't you come out tonight and dance by the light of the moon'.

Nora thought that the song would be more interesting if she sang along, which the mom joined in on. Oh, dear Lord in Heaven. Save us from this witchcraft. The song ended with a few scratchy notes. Nora clapped.

"I have an idea!" Nora gasped.

Carly and I groaned. Sam continued to be silent. Oh God, what did I do?

"Let's all wear party hats!"

Carly glanced at Sam and saw the mood that she was in. I personally couldn't decipher it, but maybe that was a special… girl best friend thing.

"We're not wearing party hats," Carly muttered quietly.

"PUT ON THE HATS!"

Oh dear, that even scared me. Carly and I raced to put on our hats while I watched Sam slowly get up, walk to the table, put on a party hat, and sit back down. Now she was in the same position as before, except now she was wearing a ridiculous party hat.

"Now let's dance!" Nora called.

"We're not dancing," Carly muttered quietly.

"DANCE!"

Carly pulled Sam to her feet and started dancing, but Sam didn't. Even I made a sad, awkward attempt at a dance. Sam just stood there, not moving. And as soon as the song was over, she plopped back down on the couch.

"That was fun," Nora said… In full seriousness. What a troubled child.

As Dick Clark's voice filled the house from the prehistoric television set, I knew that this year was coming to an end… And I was spending it here.

Shall there be a kiss at midnight? Once I figure out how to work the poll thingamabob, I guess we'll find out, now won't we?