"Hurry, Triela!" Rico called, flying up the big stone steps. Henrietta, Jose, John, Hillshire and I piled out of the black town car. As soon as Hillshire shut the door, it sped off into the black night. I looked up to see the big stone building that was the playhouse.
"Rico!" John scolded. She leapt to his side, trying to suppress a smile. She looked so pretty. I had brushed her short blond hair and Henrietta put some clips in that matched her dress. I smiled.
Henrietta looked equally as pretty. Rico lent her a headband that looked cute with her bangs. Shiny patented Mary Janes covered her tiny feet.
I frowned as a piece of hair fell into my eyes. The girls had convinced me to wear it down instead of in my everyday pigtails. As a result, hair would not stop falling in my vision range. I tugged my hair behind my ears, angrily. But I did have to admit, it was sorta pretty.
"You guys got the objective, right?" John asked pushing his sunglasses further up his nose. We all nodded. I turned to Henrietta and Rico.
"Come on, let's go inside," I said. Rico put her little hand in my right hand and Henrietta in my left. We walked up the big stone steps together.