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"2. slip-n'-slide 52.5K 1.9K 1.5Kby ccreatorTWOslip-n'-slide12Wednesday, February 17th17Wednesday afternoon, the air was muggy
Updated at Aug 8, 2021, 03:30
"2. slip-n'-slide 52.5K 1.9K 1.5K by ccreator TWO slip-n'-slide 12 Wednesday, February 17th 17 Wednesday afternoon, the air was muggy and the ground was soft from the previous night's rain. While rolling the tarp off the field, Isaiah slipped a few times and Marcus teased him each time he made a fool of himself.1            Sometime after everyone started to get bored, Ashton whipped off his shirt and used the tarp as a slip-n'-slide. He went coasting across it like a deranged penguin, whooping and hollering as he flew by. Coach wasn't around, which gave room to several others doing the same.7             Marcus's hands landed on Isaiah's shoulders and shook them roughly. "Whip it off, Speed Racer. Go zoom."28               Isaiah rolled his eyes, shrugging his shoulders to try and shake off his grip. "I'm good, thanks."                "Come on," Marcus pushed. "Have fun for once."4 Isaiah didn't respond and instinctively looked toward the bleachers, eyes searching for his Coach. He didn't find him, but he did spot the boy from last time. Had he always been there? He was hunched over, elbow resting against a folder that was placed on his lap. His good leg tapped rhythmically against the metal underneath him. He looked bored, but he kept watching the team act like idiots.1 "Question," Isaiah blurted out. Marcus dropped his hands and Isaiah nodded toward the stands. "Who is that guy?"3 Marcus glanced in the direction of the blond guy and shrugged. "I think he's named after a month or something. He's been coming to the practices and games almost every single day since he transferred to our school. Coach loves that kid for some reason."20 Isaiah nodded slowly, eyes lingering. He kept pushing his hair back, but there was no use. The wavy curls would just fall back against his
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