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Tatum Donnelly ([info]ojandtostitos) wrote in [info]blueridgeau,
Tatum had been having a pretty rough day herself. They had spent most of the summer so far doing nothing, although today they had spent the morning in church as usual and driven two hours to their grandparents cottage for dinner. Being there always made her uncomfortable, it was boring and they always expected her to eat too much and told her she was too skinny. Plus just the conversation between her father and his parents was terrible, but then there was the fact that her grandmother couldn't understand why they weren't all at bible camp in Portland for the summer. Her father had spent every summer there apparently. Tatum had spent one when she was eight, and that had been more than enough for her. She wasn't interested in a repeat.

She was relieved when they finally came home, and she immediately retreated to her bedroom, immersing herself in laying on her bed and watching television, trying to just forget how crappy the day so far had been. She had almost been dozing off, it was incredibly hot and stuffy especially in her room it was always worse, when she heard the rock hitting the glass. She jumped a little, glancing over to her bedroom door for a second, as if making sure no one was there before she got up and hurried to the window.

Pulling it open, she leaned out, grinning at the sight of her best friend standing down below in the darkening yard. She looked in rough shape, but that only made Tatum want to see her more. "C'mon up," she whispered back. She wasn't supposed to go out after dark without telling her parents, and it was almost dark now. And she definitely wasn't allowed to have anyone in without asking. But Mack would only be there for a minute, and then they would go down to the lake anyway, and they'd probably never even know she was gone. No harm, no foul. She could hear the crickets chirping, and something about it made her want to go out, to escape her room for a little while.

"I have to put my hair up," she told her, before ducking back inside and waiting for Mack to join her, heading over to the top of her dresser to feel around for an elastic to tie her hair back with.


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