“Mom,
they kicked us out. Said we weren't old enough.”
“That's
ridiculous,” she says, never taking her eyes off the chess board.
“And
Tim says he feels weird. And I'm kinda scared. I don't feel so hot
myself.”
“Excuse
me, Clarence while I deal with my kids.”
She
turns to look at the boys and grows instantly still. Jace has short
hair, not the unkempt mop he so loves, his zits are all gone, and his
clothes look many sizes too big. Tim looks ready to cry, while
holding onto his shorts, with a t-shirt that reaches his knees.
***
This is from the middle section of the story I'm working on.
Remember, this is for Briane Pagel, who has like forty-seven blogs, but I'll link you to the page where he, in excruciating detail (he's a lawyer), explains the contest on his blog “lit”.
Perhaps your competitive streak has been awakened and you want to join me. Brian Miller is apparently up for the challenge, and Andrew Leon of StrangePegs (another not to be missed blog) threatened me with boxing gloves. I pulled out OYT's sword and shield
See, no worries, I can totally hold that heavy sucker with THAT handle and strap
and he ran off for other weapons. We'll probably settle on nerf...but there's a battle a ragin' and you don't want to miss the fun. I'm thinking if it ends up nerf, I still have an advantage. This is part of OYT's arsenal.
It won't all fit on the peg board...
~Tina
