Practice Makes Perfect
Danny and Tucker sat on the grass of Sam`s backyard as she tried to do a cartwheel.
"Why are you trying to do a cartwheel?" Tucker asked.
"Little Miss Airhead said I couldn't do one to save my petty life, and I'm gonna prove her wrong!" Sam missed another cartwheel and landed in the soft grass with a groan.
Danny and Tucker sighed. "It's getting late. We gotta go. Good luck Sam."
Sam continued to practice, not stopping until midnight, where she finally did a perfect cartwheel.
Mrs. and Mr. Manson looked out the window in their PJ's, watching their daughter victory dance around the yard, grass stains covering her knees and the back of her skirt.
Paulina yelped as her morning coffee was knocked out of her hand by a black combat boot, and spilled down her pink tee. "Hot!" She whirled around to scowl at the culprit.
Sam smirked. "Guess what, Paul? I can do a cartwheel. Guess my 'petty life' isn't so petty."
Paulina stared speechless as Sam cartwheeled victoriously down the hall.