The SnarkOMeter Reaches #18
I tromped up the hill, trying not to pant like a fat girl in the sun. Behind me, Kelley kept up a steady whine, accented by sharp slaps at the bugs we were driving out of the brush.
"Okay," Kelley said, grabbing my arm. "You either tell me why I'm knee deep in kudzu or I'm turning around right now."
"Because I act like a girl," I answered.
"Beck, you are a girl."
"Right," I agreed, starting back up the hill. "A great big puffy girl who shrieks at the sight of mice and snakes. I'd probably shriek at the site of hot guys if I could make noise around them at all."
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Kelley stumbled and said a word I didn't think her mom would like hearing, but she kept following. "Okay, tell me where the kudzu fits in."
"Did you read my yearbook last year?" I reached the top of the hill, and stared up into the tallest oak on the planet. Jesse's favorite tree. Of course, for my little brother, favorite tree means tree mostly likely to result in serious injury when fallen out of.
"Hel-lo, we have the same yearbook."
"Did you read what people wrote in mine?"
"Yeah, I guess; nice stuff -- right?"
I walked around the tree looking for the best climbing spot. "Very nice," I said. "In fact, 'nice' was the word used most often." How did Jesse get up into this thing?
"Nice is good." Kelley grabbed my arm so I would look at her. "Besides, what does that have to do with Goliath tree here?"
"Xena is not nice," I said. "Lara Croft is not nice. Nice is one step away from invisible. I want to be daring, wild -- dangerous - and I want it to happen this year."
Miss Snark is not nice either but she likes this a lot and would read on with pleasure.