The Number

The Number By: Lauren Jernberg

I stand on this stage and all I can think

is we worked so hard to this moment in

time. All thirty of us did our best to

make this a night to remember for all

that’s at stake. I know everything has gone

according to plan and all that’s left is

the final number. I wait on stage for

what seems like forever. I see my

eleven boys shaking like trees in the

wind just wondering how well they did. I

can tell what is on their minds. They are

thinking of this number and what it could

be and if it they will see through the looks of

their head coordinators three? This number. A

number to change lives and a number to

save them. This number is all that we thirty

need. A numbers a number most people

say but not for us not today. This

number is bigger than anything else

 it could be bigger than God himself. This

number will help the babies in need the

size of your palm that can barely breathe. We

 want to help the best we can and make sure

things go according to their plan. We wait

and wait for this tiny paper. When will it

come? Can it get any later? The girls

backstage are shaky as well. But more like

animals at the zoo ready to pounce

on any food. I’m nervous to read this

number of mine but now has come for that time.