Batman

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I am going to miss the salty ocean air. I could smell the baking sand and hear the seagulls flying. Piedmont California, goodbye!

I ran down our street sidewalk and skidded to a halt at the bus stop.I swung my homemade pink bag with a shooting star on it. I grew out of my 'sweater' phase and started up-cycling all of my sweaters into shorts, headbands, headbands, jackets, purses, backpacks, tank tops, and more headbands! Dipper says I am a hippie, but I say I am a flora and fona appreciator. Now, I had on a yellow llama tank top. It now had short hair and a low collar. The blue lightbulb sweater made my shorts, and the lightbulb is on a belt and is battery powered. I had purple flip flops on and a headband with my shooting star matching my bag. My hair got cut to my shoulders and I now am braces free!

I got more academic after middle school. I can almost keep up with Dipper! My athletics shot up after Gravity Falls. I am in wrestling and can use my grappling hook better than Batman.

"Batman."

My most serious and deep voice said and deep laughing was behind me. I swung around and saw Dipper, laughing his head off.

He was no longer awkward and noodle armed, but confident and strong. He plays baseball and is quite popular. He is sorta shy, but now he has a sense of humor! And a beard. Well, more like hair on his chin. Still.

"Batman?"

His voice was shaky from holding in a laugh and he looked me in the eye and tilted his head. I grabbed my grappling hook then through it behind me, caught it, and pointed it between his eyes.

"Better than Batman!"

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