Parkour? Damn, when I went to the rec center after school I mostly tried to avoid playing youth league basketball by pretending to have a twisted ankle.
samantherpanther
wait how are you texting me?
are you ok? do you have pads?
waterwingluna16
on my tablet
No!!! its on my legginggs
can’t go out there
samantherpanther
can you call your mom?
waterwingluna16
She’s in cincincncatti for her job
dad cant get here til 5:15
can you help me
I feel like I’ve been selected by the child version of the cat distribution system. This is my moment.
samantherpanther
hang on ok?
I’m not far away and I have plenty of pads
I can bring you a change of clothes
where’s parkour? the rec center?
just sit tight for a few mins
waterwingluna16
ok
I’m sitting on the toilet
hurry
I’m a liar.
I have zero pads—just the wholesale club–size box of super tampons, the same kind of box I’d hoped Nick hadn’t noticed when he fixed the leaky bathroom sink in my mom’s apartment.
I start to call a Lyft. Then I remember that I’m literally at the wheel.
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The Target parking lot isharrowing and High Street has one of those scary middle suicide lanes and I’m gripping the wheel really tightly. I have no idea how I ever thought I’d merge onto I-71 to ambush my father at a flea market. But it’s a straight shot south to the Whetstone Community Center.
