The rattling of bikes draws my attention, but I won’t let it distract me. Building a teepee from a bunch of sticks takes concentration, and I want mine to be perfect. It needs to be bigger and stronger than the one Brody is building. My tongue is partially hanging out because I’m so busy trying to get this thing together. The grass underneath me feels gross, but I don’t mind. The final stick is almost in place, and I’m even squinting, trying to get them all lined up. Once the entire thing is set, I take the old rope we found and wrap it around the tip. “Done!” I say, smiling broadly. When I look Brody’s way, he’s smirking, and then I notice his teepee. It’s already done. Crap. “Aww …” “Haha! I was first!” I frown and pout. “So what! Mine is much bigger.” “Well yours looks crooked!” I sit down in the grass, my clothes smeared with sludge. “Does not!” “Does to!” I stick out my tongue and so does he. Then we crawl into our teepees and take sneak peeks outside to see if the other is watching as well.
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