"Kayla! It's time for your discussion club!" My mom yelled at me from downstairs. I had been practicing graphing and finding areas of triangles in one of my notebooks at my desk. It was a wood desk painted over in white. My entire room was white and light green. It had a clean, fresh look and seemed almost futuristic. The color palette reminded me of mint. I love mint.
"Coming!" I called back to her. I snatched up my two notebooks on my desk and stuffed them in my bag, which already held other contents.
I flew down the stairs while gliding my hand on the side railing. My ponytail bounced as I ran to my sweater. I slipped the old, soft sweater over my head and snapped around to my mom, who handed me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
"Have fun!" My mom called to me as I started walking down my street, Railroad Street. It's a really odd name for a street. I paused at the corner of Railroad Street and Main Street to stuff my sandwich in my bag.
"Hi, Kayla."
"Woah!" I turned around and looked straight into the face of a boy with freckles and a curly mop or red hair on his head. Stereotypical redhead. "Don't sneak up on my like that, Marc!" I crossed my arms and assumed an aggravated pose.
"Sorry, Troy." Marc smirked sarcastically. That's the thing about most boys I know. They like calling people by their last names, especially if they play sports. I rolled my eyes.
"Don't call me that. You know I don't like it."
"Exactly."
I sighed, giving up. Marc was impossible. "Come on, we need to get to the treehouse." I started walking across Main Street. Marc followed. Main Street branched off into both Railroad Street and South Main Street. Marc and I walked to the cul-de-sac at the end of South Main Street.
"I bet we'll me the last ones there, as usual." Marc pointed out.
"I bet we won't! I left a bit earlier than usual today. I bet two bucks we won't be last again." I challenged as I started picking up the pace once more.
"I will take that bet!" Marc chuckled. He probably thought I was wrong. I don't blame him. Normally, I am late, but today was going to be different. We shook on it and jogged at the same time. It's called multitasking.
I reached the cul-de-sac and ran off the road into the woods beyond. I could hear Marc sprinting behind me. Quickly, I spotted our tree with its distinct, bright orange ladder.
I jumped up onto it, climbing two bars at a time. Maybe I was right. Maybe we weren't last again.
Poking my head into the treehouse, I scanned the room. Another girl and two other boys occupied the small room. Darn it.
I now regretted my bet with Marc. I could hear him climbing up from below me. I really wish I had not made that bet.
Too Late
