I take my pencils and eraser out of my pocket and crack open my sketchbook. Dad stands on the sidelines, coach’s clipboard in hand, talking to a group of gangly fourteen-and-under boys in sky-blue uniforms. I follow Mom to the soccer field and perch beside her at the foot of the bleachers. Now we are at that place where they suggest something and I say no and that’s the end of it. Church and Sully loved sports, so some of the focus fell away from me, but Mom and Dad still tried. Casting them off was like casting off a set of old, heavy armor. The first time I told my dad I wanted to quit softball, he flipped out and didn’t speak to me for a week. I hated all of them because I didn’t-don’t-have any coordination and I didn’t-don’t-like to talk, so I didn’t play well, so my teammates wanted me gone. When I was little and didn’t have a say in the matter, my parents signed me up for every sport under the sun. We’ve evolved this process steadily over the years. I really think you’d love tennis-it’s a solitary game, and it’s great exercise.” Dad and the boys have already taken off toward the soccer field, where the teams warm up for their game. I look up and find her examining a poster on a board by the gym entrance. “Oh, Eliza, look.” Mom’s hand brushes my shoulder. as head security admin for the ms forums, i accept this responsibility.Įmmersmacks: When did you start calling yourself Head Security Admin someone will have to notify the fans, of course. MirkerLurker: When I die here, bury me with my art.Īpocalypse_Cow: songs will be sung. I take a picture and send it to the chat.Įmmersmacks: My sister hangs out at one of those gymsĪpocalypse_Cow: that is weirdly specific, ems. In the center is a walled-in soccer field with bleachers and everything. A big empty room with movable walls as dividers between different courts. This gym is more like a warehouse than anything. Until I’m sure neither Mom or Dad are looking back again, I keep the phone down and my eyes up. Annoyance pings over my humor, little dark spots in the lightness. I turn off the phone and press it to my sketchbook again. Then I follow Mom and Dad into the building, with my nose in the phone.Īpocalypse_Cow: but seriously tho, dog days is the worstĮmmersmacks: Not worse than the second season when Chris got with BenĪpocalypse_Cow: chris got with jason in the second season, not benĮmmersmacks: Says the guy who doesnt watch Dog DaysĮmmersmacks: Ah how the mighty have fallen The half-hour drive went fast thanks to Max and Emmy, but I don’t look at the phone again until the two nightmares climb out of the car. We pull into the parking lot of the gym where Sully and Church play indoor soccer. “Be nice back there,” Mom chirps from the passenger seat. “Sure.” Church snickers and copies the air quotes a second later. “Oh, just Max and Emmy,” Sully says, making air quotes. I slam my phone facedown on the sketchbook in my lap. At his words, Church pulls away from the car window on my other side and leans in too. “Are you texting your boyfriend again?” Sully nudges up against my side, putting his chin on my shoulder. MirkerLurker: Tacky teen soap opera? Yes. The day I miss Dog Days is the day I eat my own foot.Īpocalypse_Cow: let it be known on this day that if eliza ever misses dog days, she will eat her own foot.Įmmersmacks: Masterminds would love that oneĮmmersmacks: Creator of Monstrous Sea eats own foot over teen soap opera MirkerLurker: No! You sent another one? You didn’t have to do that, Em!Įmmersmacks: :DDD I love sending stuff to you guys!! Besides this ones got good stuff in itĪpocalypse_Cow: when do they not have good stuff in them?Īpocalypse_Cow: also where’s MY care package?Įmmersmacks: Oh calm down youre getting one too dummyĮmmersmacks: E youre going to be around for the Dog Days livewatch right Only have my sketchbook.Įmmersmacks: Hey did you get my care package Now sitting in the car going to my brothers’ soccer game. Apocalypse_Cow: are you working on the next page right now?
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