I wanted to go to the car plus turn on the furnace so I would finally be warm
I begged my mom to let me go to an outside music festival last week. I had never been to a music festival, plus I thought I was old enough to go; Mom told me that the only way he would let me go to the music festival was if he or my Mom went with me. She didn’t think a fifteen year old boy should be alone in that immense a group of people. I wasn’t cheerful, however I was going to get to go. I thought because of the crowd plus the bright lights, it would be much warmer at the festival, than it was. I had worn a thin t-shirt, even though mom told me I should wear a hoodie, or a blazer. They didn’t have any lighting in the back of the crowd, plus I kept inching closer to mom. There were bright lights up front, however I was cold. I was hoping there would be patio heaters to help keep me warm, but there was nothing. I was right next to mom when he put his arm around me plus asked if I was okay. As much as I hated to confess it, I wasn’t having fun. I wanted to go to the car plus turn on the furnace so I would finally be warm. My pal and I got into the car, plus I told mom I was scared because I knew no one, plus I was cheerful he was there. I asked his to take me cabin so I could turn up the temperature control in my family room, plus get some heat. I was shivering, plus didn’t care if I ever went to another outdoor music festival.