on being in public

Alyssa and I have been friends since we were in sixth grade (although she is a dirty liar and will insist we were friends starting from seventh grade). We were both boy-crazy tweenybots that lived within a block of each other, and we loved to sing. We met in our choir class, where we learned a little ditty by the name of "The Happy Wanderer", and a slave song called "Yonder Come Day", which both had different parts. When Alyssa and I got to know each other better we started walking home together, and we'd usually end up singing "Happy Wanderer" or "Yonder Come Day" at full volume at 3 00 in the afternoon, splitting the parts between us.

We continued this well into high school. I'm pretty sure we tried to sing "Yonder Come Day" as recent as this year.

THIS IS DEFINITELY WHY WE ARE SINGLE