short story-beginning

I leapt to the front of the room, where one could see every single person: those who looked me straight in the eyes and, of course, those who were brain-dead, uninterested, and people who, therefore, had fallen into a sweet slumber. I wasn’t a fretful one up there; I understood all I was commanded to do or say. The reason people are anxious is because they’re intimidated by the enormity of the room or the vast amount of people or the one person in the crowd that will yell ‘Haha!’ when you make a mistake. I’m actually fond of these things because the ginormous area lends you more room to open your mind and the more people that are around, the more I can learn from my mistakes and realize what I do wrong to improve next time.
“Nice speech.” Sommie, lying on the floor midst the paper and pens around her, gave me a flattering remark. Well, I assumed it was.
“Anybody have any water?” I hollered and the numerous kids that were in individual groups while writing songs glanced up at me; somebody threw a soda at me.
Sommie and I scurried out of the enormous cabin, Timberlodge, once our songwriting business had ended. We marched upon quite an extended walkway that traveled over streams and through fields until it reached the Tabernacle, where everyone met. And attached to the Tab was the cafeteria where they mixed and stirred and fried and grilled until they came up with delicacies that were satisfying to the appetite. Next to the Cafe are the dorms, where each and every one of the kids that exist in the community stay. There are 3: one for girls, one for boys, and one split in half for both.
Sommie and I entered the Tab, and we looked around the room with countless windows, the sun illuminating upon our faces. A smile appeared on me as I eyed my greatest companions. A song played in my cranium [Twelfth and Hide, on a Sunday, feeling like we’re gold. And we’re nothing short of invincible, invincible!] My grin grew bigger and my shimmering eyes intensified. I glanced back at Sommie, laughing as her flowing hair, the color of the wheat that cultivated in the field, danced about her. My acquaintance noticed us in the distance and came scampering in our direction. He squeezed me and I then introduced Som to him, Kyle. (Oh, what a magnificent thing it is for her to encounter with him just once.)
“Kyle, this is Som.” He grinned and shook her hand.
“That’s an interesting name. Is it British?” He asked her and she nodded her head yes.
And Kyle brought us to the rest of my allies. [It starts again, can you feel it? It takes your breath away. Stop saying that we're invincible] Kyle’s friend, whose name is the same as him, hugged me, as well as Ryan Oldaker with his locks cut and skin pale from the severe season previously. I introduced Sommie to them. More of my buddies joined us. Noah, whose tresses had turned a light brown, smiled and screamed my name. Pyper, now a red head like me, jumped on me as I laughed. And I saw what I longed for. My friend, Levi, halted calmly behind me. Spinning around, I held him close to me. [Oh sweet angel of mercy, with your grace like the morning, wrap your loving arms around me]
And I automatically awakened from my slumber. I yawned and peered at the room from my top bunk. It was still dim out, but my pocket watch informed me that it was 6 a.m. Every girl in my room was asleep. I quietly slipped down, off of my top bunk and crept out the door. With my clothes in my hands, I dressed in the bathroom, and when I returned, everyone was awake. And Som was tying her wavy blonde hair into a chaotic twist on the top of her head as she followed me out the door, yawning. Outside by the cafeteria, kids were already waiting for breakfast. Niggling past ambitious fellows, we cut in line to stand by Pyper.
“Hey guys!” she exclaimed, unexpectedly taking an image of us with her cherry red camera. Levi, Noah, and Kyle toddled over to us as Pyper took a snapshot of them as well.
“Pyper, it’s not nice to take pictures of people who don’t want to be posted on Facebook.” Levi said, sticking his hands in his pockets.
“And you wouldn’t be one of those people.” She told him.
“Yeah, well, I’m just a movie star.” He turned to me. “I can’t deny that.” And then Noah posed for a picture.
The café unlocked its doors and people gushed through to be the first ones to enjoy the yummies. Altogether at a table, we ate breakfast. Sommie and I had to leave early to attend worship practice. We scurried all the way to Timberview and gathered our instruments to play. We practiced and finally performed our songs. Once it ended, we rushed to the Tab where people were chatting, playing guitar, making games up, dancing, singing, telling stories, and having all sorts of contests and dares. We discovered Kyle, the other Kyle, Ryan, Noah, and Pyper standing in a circle, chuckling. [You and me with the windows down, you and me out and killing this town. You and me with our souls on ten, it’s just you and me again.]