"Attie, are you done packing yet? We need to go now!"
"Sorry Mom, I'll be right there!" I call as I shove on my tennis shoes and sling my duffel bag across my shoulder. I run down the hallway and out the front door. The hot air hits my exposed face as I race across the lawn. The bright sunlight shines through the clouds casting an almost golden light.
"I swear Attie, if we miss the flight because of you I am going to whip your sorry ass," Mom swears.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I exclaim, honestly kind of scared for my life.
Aaron, my twin brother, is laughing from the car.
"Aaron Maddux Barajas if you don't shut up I will smack that grin off your face, you hear?" I threaten.
He laughs harder, "okay Miss Atlanta Castilla Barajas" he replies with a wide grin.
I smile and put my duffel in the trunk. Already there are Aaron's baseball bag, my softball bag, Aaron's duffel, and mom and dad's suitcase.
I jump in the seat beside Aaron and elbow him in the arm.
"Hey! Respect your elders Attie! Not cool!" Aaron exclaims as he rubs his arm.
"Baby," I taunt, "also, how many times do we have to go over the fact that you're only three minutes older than me?!"
He shrugs with a grin.
"We're picking up Alex by the way," he says with a knowing grin," and Jenna," he adds with a gross lovey-dovey expression.
I groan, "she's sitting next to me," I reply flatly.
"But she's my girlfriend!" Aaron whines.
"But she's my best friend!" I reply with a teasing smile. "You two are so gross so if I have to suffer through it, I get to sit next to her," I complain.
"Fine," he mumbles unhappily.
I hum happily as we drive down the road towards Alex's house. I move to the back of the car so Alex can sit next to Aaron.
We pull into Alex's driveway and Dad gets out to open the trunk. Alex puts his baseball bag and suitcase in there, then jumps in the car.
"Hey Aaron! Hi Attie!" He greets us as he pulls his seatbelt over his shoulder and clicks it into the buckle.
"Hi Alex," Aaron and I say in unison. Then we look at each other and burst into a fit of giggles. Alex rolls his eyes with a groan as mom and dad chuckle from the front.
We drive down the road and pull into Jenna's driveway. As soon as the car stops I unbuckle my seatbelt, jump up, push past Aaron and Alex, and get out of the car to run and hug Jenna. I grab her volleyball bag and duffel (she has a tournament at the same place as our softball and baseball tournaments) and put them in our overflowing trunk.
Jenna laughs and gets in the backseat of the car next to me and I hear Aaron groan, "why do you always steal my girlfriend away from me Attie?" he whines.
"I'm sorry Aaron but you'll just have to settle for Maid of Honor at me and Jenna's wedding," I reply with a shrug.
"Like your Maid of Honor?" he asks with one eyebrow raised.
"Oh no, I don't like you enough for that," I say, "maybe Jenna will have you as hers." Jenna starts laughing like a maniac.
Aaron pouts.
"Hey, do I get to be a bridesmaid?" Alex asks with curiosity, worry underlying his tone.
"Of course Alex, you're actually nice to me unlike that creature that's sitting next to you," I reassure him with a glare in Aaron's direction.
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Подростковая литератураSixteen-year-old Atlanta Barajas has always dreamed of competing in the Olympics, ever since her parents put her in softball at age 3. But when softball is removed as an Olympic Sport, she must find a way to join her twin brother's baseball team. Bu...
