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Tatum Donnelly ([info]ojandtostitos) wrote in [info]blueridgeau,
Tatum was only a little antsy while she waited for Mack to put her shoes on, she was more than ready to go to the lake and forgot her whole boring day so far. Sunday school was a drag, and if she went home, her parents would probably make her do her Sunday school homework. She would definitely much rather be with Mack, especially if they were alone and no one was around to give them any shit. She knew that he's mother and father didn't really like Mack very much, but she was her best friend and she had never done anything wrong. She didn't know what their problem was.

If anything, Mack had helped her. She had showed her how to stand up for herself, and how to fight. Anybody who picked on them for hanging out at school usually got beat the hell up, and then Tatum's mother would scream bloody murder when they got detention for it. Fighting, especially at school, wasn't ladylike. But Tatum hated it when people made fun of them, especially Rath and his dumb friends, and people usually left them alone once her and Mack beat them up. They started it was usually her excuse.

Tatum stuck close to Mack's side as they practically ran back through the yard and the edge of the woods waiting on the other side of the fence. She only let the other girl's hand go once they reached the fence, and she glanced up toward Mack's house to make sure Linda wasn't still watching them. She wasn't even supposed to be climbing anything after she ripped her brand new jeans a week ago. "It won't sink?" she asked cautiously, as she began to try to hoist herself up over the fence. She was smaller and it was quite a climb even though she did it all of the time. But she hated asking for help. Mack could jump it on her own and so could she.

"If Rath and Sera are there, they can't come in the fort. I bet he'll try to smash it, he's so rude!" she pouted. "An' he won't fight a girl but he says you're not a girl," she informed her friend, as she finally got herself up on the fence, wobbling a little.


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