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THE LIFE OF A TEENAGE GIRL
We looked at Martin, hoping he’d join us, but before anything
could happen, he touched Dietra’s shoulder and said, “Tag! You’re it!”
Then he ran all the way to the end of the gym. I knew I had to run before
Dietra could tag me.
Later on, I noticed she was only trying to tag Martin. I was kind of
confused for a second—until Martin got tagged and ran straight toward
me.
“Aaah!” I yelled, running away from him, and he tagged me right
as the bell rang.
“Alright, everyone,” Coach Davison said. “Time to head home.”
I stopped running and went out the gym door.
“Why’d you keep running?” Martin said, panting.
“I don’t know. What did you expect me to do—crawl? Walk?”
He laughed. “Okay, whatever. Let’s get home.”
While we were taking our things out of the locker, Dietra came
over with her backpack and sports bag.
“What’s that for?” I asked.
“Oh, I’m going to a basketball class,” Dietra said.
“Wow, didn’t know you liked basketball,” Martin smiled.
“Well, I do. See you tomorrow. Bye!”
Martin and I waved.
“So… should we go?” he said, grabbing his backpack.
“Mhm. Is your aunt picking us up?”
“Uh, she’s out of town, so walking it is. By the way, where’s your
brother?”
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