The brunette's temper today is the same as her height. Some kids had been playing dodgeball--girls vs. boys--, you know, that dreaded game where girls huddle together like scared puppies and boys shed some final tears? They're going to shed more than tears. Rachael will make them bleed. Her twin and "protector" isn't with her and she wants to make some memories before her sixteenth birthday.
She hurls a orange rubber ball at someone's head. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees them fall down -- graciously, of course. Sure. That kid fell as gracious as a toddler on a trampoline. Rachael smiles, brushing her hands, subconsciously, together. She stands back, with arms folded, watching the game play out--with her in it, obviously.
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Tue Dec 28, 2010 5:42 pm
