What We Do

by violetcracks

It was a week I hated with a passion only another eleven year old would understand. I always saw it as the one week out of the year I wouldn't see my best friend, and I dreaded it. Until you invited me to come. Drabble

2. Chapter 2

Age 12

It rains everyday this year except for Thursday, and on that one sunny day I think we spend 10 minutes of it inside while the sun is still out.

Emmett doesn't sleep in the tent with us this year.

But he's 14 now and headed to high school, so we understand.

I successfully survived 6th grade but it was only because you were there with me.

Alice is glad to be going into 6th grade because she'll be in the same school with us again.

You tell her the 8th graders will stuff her in lockers because she's so small.

But I know you'll walk her to class every day until she begs you to stop.

Despite the rain we manage to find something exciting to do every day, because with you it's never boring.

My dad doesn't come up this year because the weather isn't good for fishing.

Esme makes homemade cookie dough and that night we sneak it into the tent and eat all of it.

She pretends to be mad as she makes another batch the next day.

We know she doesn't care because she lets us each have a spoonful when she's done.

You're a little taller this year and I'm worried you won't fit in the tent by next summer.

You promise that if you don't fit we'll build a new tent.

So we do.