The Log Ride-Personal Narrative

It is a cool fall day in Minnesota. I have just witnessed the Vikings beat the packers with the score of 14-17. We have just got back to the mall of America on the metro train and I see this tall kid. She has long blond hair, glasses, and is with what looks like her parents and little sister. I think that I recognize her so I start following them. Early on in the chase, I see her go into a Crayola store. So I went in too. I could not see her face quite yet so I just hid and waited for them to leave. At the store, they bought colored pencils, markers, crayons, and paper. It looked like she was going to create something. She walked out just before my friend Emma saw me and started talking to me. I quickly ended the conversation and barely saw her walking away. I started running to get a better glimpse of her. I noticed
I swiftly purchase a ticket and get in line behind her. She still has not spied me. The log ride was extremely fun except for the fact that I got soaking wet. By the time that I had gotten off the ride she was already on the Spongebob ride. There was NO way I would follow her on that one. The wait for her to get done was not very long . As I stayed far behind her I could hear her talking on the phone with someone. I have just noticed that her parents and sister were no longer there. It must have been them who she was talking to. By now she had stopped to get some Coldstone. She ordered mint chip with chocolate on top. I ordered chocolate. At this point, I am pretty sure that it is her but still waiting until I am positive. The last place she went was a bookstore. Now I am positive that it is her. I mean who goes to the mall of America to go to a bookstore? A few aisles away I hear her mom yell “Avery I found a book you might like.” I finally Tapped her on the shoulder and said hi. Her response; “Why did you not say hi at the Crayola store and stalk me all the way to the