She was the only girl. 


She usually is. 

There were 14 boys. And Grace. 

She wasn’t worried. She dressed as fancy as she wanted. 
They started a huge nerf war and she walked right in the middle and plopped down. 

She put on a pair of sunglasses as little orange things flew around her. 

And there she sat, cool as a cucumber. 

She looked at me…and all I could think was 


This girl is about the coolest little chick I’ve ever met.