I pulled on my dark blue shirt that swished against my stomach and hung over my shoulders and my black shorts as the sun, barely shining, drifted into my bedroom and danced across my floor through the small window.
“I’m gonna be productive today!” I said proudly to no one in particular, knowing that meant playing soccer and at night running around with my friends with other things between those activities.
I grabbed my black and white soccer ball as my clock flashed 6:30 and I raced downstairs, and out the glass sliding doors that lead into the backyard. Our dog, Kiyana, padded out the door after me and barked, LOUDLY.
“Shhhhhh!” I whisper/yelled not wanting to wake my family because I was grounded until noon cause I decided to paint my room. Yeah, not a smart thing to do at eight in the morning when your parents don’t know.
She trotted off and I tossed the ball into the air and as it hurtled down, I brought up my knee and it bounced off my knee, back into the air. I brought my knee back up and repeated this several times.
I kicked the ball into the weak, wooden fence that separated my family's yard from our craby neighbor, Ms. Chesterfield's yard.
"Crap! Crap crap crap crap," I said and began pacing, trying to think. I ran to the garage, frantically, hoping to find wood or nails or something to cover the hole.
I ran out, clenching a pink bucket that had flowers painted onto it's sides. I sat next to the hole and I began shoving the pink bottom into the hole, with force. I twisted the bucket, trying to edge it in, with failure. I let out a loud groan of frustration and threw the bucket behind me and the bush rustled as it landed among the leaves. I lept up and decided to leave the hole until she notice which might take months considering she probably had a pet dinosaur when she was twelve. But, there was the matter of my ball... Without thinking, I lept over the fence and crouched down, keeping out of sight in case she was in her kitchen that had view of the whole yard.
I lept over the fence, hair flying behind me as Old Lady Chesterfield yelled (like all typical old jerks) “You rapscallions!” in the wrong direction.
I pulled out my phone and realized that it was already nine in the morning so I threw the ball behind me and began running, happily, to Caitlin’s house.
Honestly, her house is so similar to mine, it’s scary. Every room was the same size and shape and in the same spot. I pulled out the key I had to her house and I flounced in and up the stairs.
As I creeped into Caitlin’s room, and noticed with glee that she was still sleeping, I did a running leap, right onto Caitlin. She let out a loud, high pitched scream which didn’t have her parents running in as they saw me tiptoeing up the stairs. I got up and sat right on her feet as she tried to turn over, and failed to my happiness.
“Get off, I’m serious,” she hissed, struggling to turn over.
“You’re Sirius? I’m Snape,” I replied, grinning wickedly. She glared at me and gave one last furious kick, causing me to go falling off her bed and onto the hard wood floor.
“Well then,” I said in my worst, fake, posh British voice and flipped my hair like Brandee. She rolled out of bed and got dressed and ready to put silly string on Brandee’s porch. I grabbed the ten cans and tossed them into the small, black over the shoulder bag that was laying on her floor. I gave her a stern look as I sifted through the mess that was laying on the polished wood. She gave me a sheepish look and I rolled my eyes.
That’s one of the few differences between she and I, she is horribly messy and I’m sooo much neater than her. It’s actually really shocking.
As we ran down the block after the guys I fell to a stop and stumbled on the hard ground.
“Damn it! Stop running you guys! Not all of us are on the track team!” I yelled to the guys who were at least a block ahead of us.
“Then get off your ass and hurry up!” Ace yelled holding his most likely half empty can. I rolled my eyes and began walking after them as the fluorescent pink ‘string’ continued spraying out all over the neighborhoods bushes.
“You’re going to get us in more trouble than we were going to for just spraying Brandee’s house,” Lena said, inspecting her nails.
“Then why are you even here?” Jace resorted.
“Why don’t you go find a skanky girlfriend, man-whore,” Lena shot back, eyes darkening and fists clenching.
“Why don’t you both shut up so no one hears us!” I whisper/yelled at them.
“But he started it!” Lena replied, almost screaming as I gave her a glare.
I let out a snicker as we made a mad dash away from Brandee’s.
“We’re in deep shit if anyone finds out that we did this!” Shane said, stopping and trying to catch his breath from running and laughing so hard. “Slow down!” He panted as the girls and I continued running.
“Now you know how I felt earlier!” I yelled down the block, laughing at karma. As Shane and the guys began walking, Brandee stormed from her house, fury emitting from all directions.
“Why the hell would you guys do this?!” She wailed like a banshee to the guys as we crouched in the bushes.
“We were walking to my house,” Ace said.
“We just noticed it a second ago,” Shane said, batting his eyelashes and looking at her with his teal colored eyes.
“Fine...” Brandee grumbled, believing their pathetic little lie and went inside.
“You live in my neighborhood,” I said, laughing. “How would she believe that? Oh, right. She’s the most shallow person on the planet,” I said, answering my own question like the crazy person I am.
“So, we’re singing some weird song by something Starship?” Shane asked, raising an eyebrow at my choice.
“Yes. And it’s called You Make Me Feel by Cobra Starship,” I said, wanting to drill the answer into his head before we had to sing,
He rolled his eyes, obviously not caring. “Yeah, yeah,” he said as I mock glared at him, pouting.
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A.N. Yeah, I got lazy... Tell your cat, dog, fish, frog, monkey, parents, friends, aunts, uncle, big bouncy inflatable green ball.
