“Here’s to a very successful Fall Festival,” he suggested as he held up his hot chocolate. It had indeed been a very successful event. With the Tralse concert, it turned out to be the most successful Fall Festival in Huntington High history.Being the president and vice of the student council, Eric and I had been the first to arrive at eight o’clock that morning, and were the last to leave at eleven p.m.. After a fourteen and a half hour day we’d decided to hit up Starbucks for a while and relax.After ordering, we’d flopped down onto a cushy sofa, and I was pretty sure I was never going to be able to move again. “Here’s to it being over,” I said, barely able to hold up my caramel apple cider.“Amen to that. On the bright side, the rest of the year should be a lot less stressful.”“Don’t forget we still have senior prom to worry about.”Eric groaned, too exhausted to even think about that. “Can’t we just delegate that one to Olivia and Cara?”“Sure, if we want a murder on our hands.”“I know.”
