Montenegro
by Alma
"Alright, so you'll be at my house at 5:45 pm, so we'll leave at 6 pm," I said.
"No problem," said my cousin, Jenny.
It was 5 pm and I had just come home from the beach. That night, Jenny, my best friend Rosanda, and me were supposed to go out to a concert of our favorite singer. I went to shower to get the salty water and suntan lotion out of my skin and hair. After I had showered, I went to my room to receive a text message from Jenny saying she has to go to her father's salon to get some money. I texted her back saying no problem, just be back by 5:45pm.
While I was getting my hair and makeup ready, Rosanda calls me. She tells me she can't go out until 8 pm. I got a little mad because we had planned to get there earlier to get good spots so we can hear and see the singer up close and meet up with the rest of our friends. She couldn't go until then because she had to wait for her mom to come home so she doesn't leave her grandma by herself. By this point it was 6:30 pm when we were supposed to be there.
Fifteen minutes later, Jenny was at my house sitting with me on the balcony watching the sun slowly setting. The view was extraordinary. The sky had a couple of clouds hiding the top part of the orange-yellow sun while creating pink swirls in the sky. The numerous plants made it look as if it was some tropical rainforest while the fresh, clean mountain-like breeze danced around your skin, and made it more relaxing than any spa.
Surprisingly, we weren't mad or even upset about having to wait. The concert started at 9 pm, so we still had time.
Jenny and I see each other every summer and even though we talk on the phone and text, we still may miss out on the little details that are really important. We talked and watched the sunset when I thought of one of our friends.
"What's Kemal up to now?" I asked her.
"Do you ever forget about that kid?" Jenny asked.
"How can I forget about him?! He's probably the most out-going, funniest guy in Montenegro!" I exclaimed. Kemal is all over the place, I thought, knowing him, he's probably on the other side of the country.
"Yeah, whatever. He has his own thing going on. Now he's dating this one girl from somewhere. I forgot where she was from," said Jenny. Typical Kemal, every week there's a new girl. Funny how over the past three years he never changed, I thought.
"What ever happened to Kristina? That one girl from Belgrade? I think that was her name," I asked.
"They broke up in like April!" said Jenny.
As I was starting to say something, Rosanda called to tell us that she is getting ready and she'll be over at 8:15pm.
"I thought you guys left already!" said my mom when she came home from my aunt's house.
"No mom, Rosanda will be here in a little bit and then we're leaving," I said.
My mom just shrugged and told us to let her know when we were ready to be dropped off. Just as she said the last few words, there was Rosanda running up the street screaming, "I'm here! Sorry I'm late!"
"Alright let's go, the concert won't wait for us!" I said.
We had arrived at the concert around 8:45 pm and we found our friends waiting for us. When someone mentions concerts, this memory sticks out in my head.
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