Painting

   Max and I ran into the family room, and heard our Dad's.

"I know, Tom!  I would be giving my little girl, to my almost like son!"

"Yea, and I would be like 'My little girl and my son!"

I turned and faced Max. He shurged, and grabbed my hand and pulled me out the door.

"What was that about?" I said when we where almost in the woods.

"I don't know. I think they  where talking about us getting married."

"Like we would!"  His face turned bright red.

"Yea..as if!"

I turned and put the paint cans in the bucket that we would pull up into the tree house.

I put my left foot on the first step and begin to climb. When I reached the top, I begin to pull the rope up.

When we begin to paint, I tossed some on Max's pants.

"HEY!" In return, he pulled my pretty blonde hair, getting blue paint in my hair.

"Not funny! Now I'll have blue in my hair forever!"

"I think you will look better!"

I turned to face him, and punched him right in the nose.

Max's cheast puffed up.

"GRACIE! I COULD BEAT YOU UP, RIGHT NOW!"

I looked in those big, brown eyes in fear. I ran to the ladder, and climbed down.

I begin to run faster than I ever had.

"Gracie!" I heard my friends voice, "Come back!"

I knew I wasn't going to.

The End

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