Chapter 3: Keefe

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The first thing they did? Boys against girls in Tackle Bramble. They even allowed the girls to hide first, because all the boys there were gentlemen, and they had an advantage with Foster being able to track thoughts. "Think they'll win?" Dex asked, staring out at Everglen. Fitz shook his head. "I don't know, Dex, Biana is pretty good at tackling me and Keefe already. Plus, she can vanish, there's Sophie's ability to track thoughts, Linh's water manipulation..." His face fell. "Ok, maybe they will." Keefe scoffed, his hands in his pockets. "Nah, we're gonna win for sure. I know all the hiding places here, and since they let Sophie lead the way, I know exactly where they are." Tam rolled his eyes as he scoffed. "Sure you do." He pulled on his bangs. "I, for one, think they will win." Wylie said, crossing his arms. Keefe shrugged, then shouted to the girls, "HERE WE COME!" And the boys ran off, letting Keefe lead them behind some bushes, and after a few twists and turns, they found the girls, and tackled them as best they could. "BOYS WIN!" Keefe pumped his fist in the air, high-fived Fitz, fist-bumed Dex, high-fived Wylie, and did finger-guns at Tam. "Oh, whatever." Biana said. "Rematch next time?" Everyone agreed, and they all headed inside, ready for some Mallowmelt and Custard bursts.

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