"Much better on a homemade campfire," I say, already knowing what's he's about to say. "Come on, let's set them on fire already!"
"Just about. Good enough. Come on, let's go." I hold the door open, waiting for her.
I hugged back, then pulled away quickly. "Wow, you were awesome! You were like, BAM! and the other team was like, ehhhh? And then..."
"That kid could be a sports commentator. She was narrating the whole game," I mutter, following after Angela.
The history of the world, my pet
Is to learn forgiveness and try to forget
And life is for the alive, my dear
So let's keep living it
Don't look back till you're free to chase the morning