Original story by Christine Emming
“Trying to be cool feels exhausting,” Linny sighed. Tight braids seamed her head, pulling her hair.
“Ugh, I know,” Gia’s eyes rolled. “But think what else we could be. Her?”
Gia’s chin jutted toward Allie, whose long legs splayed in exercise tights with last year’s colors. Allie didn’t even have a phone.
Linny smirked, zipping her fanny pack. “Not a chance.”
“Coolness is superficial, you guys,” Allie smirked back.
Of course she could hear them. She was only two feet away, waiting for her brother to fall down enough times to warrant going home.
Linny’s eyebrow rose in challenge, but she didn’t say a word.
Turning, the girls hung skateboards on their hips and walked toward Gia’s house. “
Do you have any skittles?” Linny asked.
“In my room,” Gia nodded.
Linny said, “Cool.”
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