Just Being Me

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So you're not going out with Zac'? ' NO, I'm going out with him.' ' I thought you said you weren't going out with him.' My dad loved this game. then November mumbled, 'ISKWYML,' under her breath. 'What'? I asked, ' I'll tell you later '. it turned out 'ISKWYML' was code for, I so know why your mum lift, I tried to think of a code for November's mum, but she didn't embarrass us the way my dad did. she was happy to put us in a taxi, or let us out at same discreet location. Dad on the other hand, always yelled out the window at the top of his lungs, 'bye, girls'!, accompanied by his daggy wave, my dad waves his hand up and down instead of from side to side. The next day we were walking around the playground, I was trying to steer November away from the netball court and towards the grassy mound outside A block, where everyone sat around in circles talking and there were no fast - moving, head - sized balls flying around like heat seeking missiles. so far November had never let us sit on the grassy mound , not even once, but I still suggested it everyday because I knew I could wear November down eventually - even if it took years. like when November got a chef barbie for her seventh birthday and she made me swap for totally hair barbie, it was a trick because chef barbie sucked, it took me 3 years to make her swap back, but by then we didn't really play with them anymore.