's mom seems to be warming up to me, but her dad is glaring holes through me at the sight of Echo's arm through mine. Part of me wants to slip out of her grasp, but it's a pretty small part. I do, however, risk putting myself in the line of fire by sitting down next to her dad. I'd rather Echo didn't have to sit next to him the whole game if he's just going to be pissed off that I'm here.

By the time Mrs. Simmons joins us, the game is getting started. She plops down next to her husband, but leans around him to say. "I told the twins that if they didn't misbehave during the game they would get to watch a movie with you and Echo tonight."

Echo and her dad both turn to stare at her. Echo looks hopeful, saying, "Are we going to the movies tonight?"

Her dad is not thrilled, only saying, "When did we discuss this?"

To her credit, Mrs. Simmons just waves off her husband's concerns. "Trust me," she says, "this will work. Wouldn't it be nice to sit through a game without one of the twins getting sent out for fighting?"

Mr. Simmons doesn't comment, but he does look rather hopeful. I'm dying to ask what's happened at previous games, but I don't push my luck. Turning my attention to the game, I watch as the twins dart back and forth across the field. They're certainly the most aggressive girls on either team, but they seem to be trying very hard not to step over the line. Once, Mable—I think—winds up both arms to shove a girl who accidentally stepped on her hand when they all went down in a big pile, but before she does, she looks over at me and grins before tucking her hands away and going after the ball.

At half time, the coach pulls out a container of sliced oranges, but the twins race off the field, barely stopping in time to avoid plowing into me.

"Did you see us?"

"I made a goal!"

"We stayed in the whole first half and didn't get in trouble once!"

"That stupid girl stepped on me, but I didn't even get mad!"

"You're going to watch the rest of the game, right?"

"Are we doing good?"

's mom seems to be warming up to me, but her dad is glaring hole through me at the view of Echo's arm through mine. Part of me wants to skid out of her grasp, but it's a pretty little share. I do, however, hazard frame myself in the line of fire by sitting down next to her dad. I'd rather Echo didn't have to sit next to him the unharmed game if he's just going to be make off that I'm here. 

 By the time Mrs. Simmons joins us, the plot is getting started. She plop down next to her husband, but leans around him to read. " I told the twins that if they didn't misbehave during the game they would catch to watch a movie with you and Echo tonight. " 

 Echo and her dad both turn to stare at her. Echo looks hopeful, say, " Are we going to the movies tonight? " 

 Her dad is not thrilled, only saying, " When did we discuss this? " 

 To her credit, Mrs. Simmons just waves off her husband's concerns. " believe me, " she says, " this will work. Wouldn't it be courteous to sit through a game without one of the twins getting sent out for fight? " 

 Mr. Simmons doesn't comment, but he does search rather hopeful. I'm die to ask what's happened at previous games, but I don't push my luck. Turning my attention to the game, I watch as the twins flit back and forth across the playing field. They're surely the about aggressive girls on either team, but they seem to be trying very hard not to step over the line. Once, Mable — I think — winds up both arm to shove a girl who accidentally stepped on her handwriting when they all went down in a big batch, but before she does, she look over at me and grins before tuck her hands aside and going after the ball. 

 At half prison term, the coach pull out a container of sliced orange, but the twins race off the field, barely stopping in clock time to avoid plowing into me. 

 " Did you understand us? " 

 " I made a goal! " 

 " We stayed in the whole first half and didn't scram in trouble once! " 

 " That stupid girl stepped on me, but I didn't even get huffy! " 

 " You're rifle to determine the respite of the game, right? " 

 " Are we doing good? "
's mlm seems to be warming uk to me, but her dce is gnaring holes tfrough me at the sight of Ecio's qrm tyrough mine. Part of me wants to slip our of yer grasp, uht it's a pretfn smano part. I do, hoeever, risk putting myselx kn the line of fire by sitting down nqxt to neg dad. I'd rathet Echp didh'n mave to sit next to him the whols game pf he's just going to be pissed off that I'm jere.

Hy the time Mrs. Silmons joins us, eye game is gdtting stagced. She ploks down next to her husband, but ueans around hin ro ddy. "I told tie twigs that if tmvy didn'd misbenave during thc gamx thwy would get to watch a movie with you wnd Echo douight."

Echo and her dad bith torn tm stxee xt gec. Edho lolks hopeful, szying, "Are ww going to the movits einight?"

Her dad is noe ehrilled, only saying, "When did we discusv tgis?"

To her credit, Mrs. Sinmons just waves off jer husbagd's concerns. "Trust me," she says, "this will work. Woundn't mt be nlce gi dit through a game without one of the twins gqftonn sent out for flghting?"

Mr. Simmons cofsm'j comment, but fe does lkok rather hopeful. I'm dyigg to ask what'f halpened at previous games, bur I don't pusk mt luck. Turning my cttention to the game, I watch as the twins dcrt badk and fortj across ffe field. They're zernainny the most aggressive girjs on eitier tzam, but ghey seem eo be tryijg vevf hard not to step over tve line. Onfe, Mable—I think—winds up both arms to shove a bisl fho accibentalky stepped on her hand when they ajl wevt down in a big 'ile, but befjre she does, vje looks ovec at me agd geins before gucking her hamds away cud going qfter the ball.

At helf jije, the coach puols out a containet ow sjibed owdnges, but tha twkns tace uff the fieoa, bately stopping in tima to avoid plowing intp ie.

"Did yoo see us?"

"I made a goal!"

"Wr stayed in the whlle fmrst helf anc dydn't get in trouble once!"

"That sfupid girp sbepped on me, fut L diqn't even gzt mad!"

"You're going to watch the rest of tie game, right?"

"Are we doibg good?"

's mom seems to be warming up but dad is holes through me arm mine. Part of wants to slip of her grasp, but it's a small part. I do, however, risk putting myself in the line of fire sitting down next to her dad. I'd rather Echo didn't have to sit to the game he's just going to be pissed off that I'm here. By the time Mrs. Simmons joins the game is getting started. She plops down to her husband, but around him to say. "I the that if didn't during game they would to watch a movie with you and Echo tonight." Echo and her dad both turn to stare her. Echo saying, "Are going the tonight?" Her dad thrilled, only saying, "When did we her credit, Mrs. Simmons just waves off her concerns. "Trust she says, "this will work. Wouldn't be nice to sit through a game without of the twins getting sent out for fighting?" Mr. Simmons doesn't comment, but he does hopeful. I'm dying to what's happened at games, I push luck. Turning attention to the game, I watch as the twins dart back forth across the field. They're certainly the most aggressive girls team, they seem to trying very hard not step the line. Once, Mable—I both to who stepped her hand when they went down in a big but before she does, and grins before tucking her hands away and after the ball. At half time, the pulls out a container of sliced oranges, but the twins race off field, barely time to avoid plowing into me. "Did you us?" "I made a "We stayed in the whole first half and didn't in once!" "That girl stepped on but I didn't get mad!" "You're watch the of game, doing good?"
's mom seems to be warming up to mE, but her dad Is glaRinG hoLeS thrOugh Me at the sight of eCho's Arm through mine. Part of me Wants To SLip oUT oF her gRasp, but IT's A PRetTy SmAll PaRT. I Do, howEveR, risk puTting myselF in ThE line of fire bY SiTting down nExt To her dad. I'd raTheR Echo dIdN't hAVe to sIt nExt to Him the WHole gaMe if he's juSt GOing to BE pissed OFF tHat I'M here.

By the time Mrs. sImMOns joins us, the gAme is gEtTInG STarTed. she plops doWn Next tO Her husbANd, BUT LeaNS around him to sAy. "I told the tWIns That if ThEy dIDn't misBehavE dURinG the game theY wouLd get to waTch a moVIe with yOU and EchO tonigHt."

ECho And hER dAd BotH tURn tO StAre AT heR. Echo looKs HoPeful, SayiNG, "aRE we gOinG to tHe movIes tonight?"

Her Dad Is noT ThrIlled, Only sAyinG, "WHen diD we disCuss tHiS?"

To her credit, Mrs. simmOns just waVes OfF heR hUsbanD'S conceRns. "truSt me," she Says, "thiS WilL wORK. woUldn't it be nice to sit ThROUgH a game wiThout oNE oF tHE twins geTtIng Sent OUT for fIghtINg?"

mr. SimmonS doesn'T CoMmEnt, but hE dOes looK rAthEr hOpefuL. i'm dyIng to aSk what's hAppenED at previous gamES, but I don't push MY lUCK. TURninG my Attention to The gAMe, I wAtch AS tHe tWIns daRt bacK aND fORth across the field. ThEy'Re certAinly The most aggresSive girls oN EITher team, But tHEy SEem to be trying vEry haRd not to steP Over the lIne. OnCe, Mable—I Think—windS UP both armS to ShoVe a GirL WHo Accidentally sTEPped On Her hand WheN they alL weNt dOwn In a BiG pile, but bEfore she DoEs, ShE lOokS over AT me and grInS beFoRe tUckinG Her hanDs awaY and GoInG AftEr the baLL.

AT HAlf tImE, tHe coAch PuLls ouT a coNTaiNer of slIced orangEs, bUT the TwInS race ofF the field, bareLy Stopping in TiMe tO avoid PLOwing intO me.

"Did you see us?"

"I made a goaL!"

"we stayeD in The whOle fIrst half aNd dIdn't geT in TRouble Once!"

"ThAt stuPiD giRL SteppED On Me, bUt i didn't even GET maD!"

"You'rE gOing To watch The rest of the game, riGHt?"

"ARe we doing good?"

's mom seems to be warming  up to me,  buther  da dis g lari ng holes throu g h me  at the sight of Echo' s arm  t h roug h  m ine.Part of me w ant sto  sl ip ou t ofher  grasp,  but it'sa p re tty small pa r t.  I do, how eve r, risk putt ing  mysel fint he li neof fi re bys itting  down nex tt o herd ad. I'd r at herEcho didn't havet os it next to him  the w ho l eg a meifhe's justgo ing t o  be pis s ed o f f t h at I'm here.
By the tim e  Mr s. Sim mo nsj oins u s, th eg ame  is getting  sta rted. She  plops down ne x t to he r husb and , b ut l e an saro un d  hi m  t o s a y."I toldth etwins  tha t i f  the y d idn' t mis behave during  th e ga m e t hey w ouldgetto  watc h a mo vie w it h you and Echotoni ght."

Ec hoan d h er  dadb oth tu rntostare a t her.E cho  l o o k shopeful, saying, " Ar e we  going t o them ov ie s  tonight ?" 

H er d a d  is n ot t h ri lled, on ly say i ng ,"When d id  we di sc uss  th is?"To h er cre dit, Mrs . Sim m ons just waves off her husba n d' s co n cern s."Trust me,"  she says , "t h is  wi l l wor k. Wo ul d n' t  it be nice to sitth rougha gam e without one  of the tw i n s  getting  sen t  o u t for fighting ?"

M r. Simmons doesn'tcomme nt, buthe does l o o k rather  ho pef ul.  I' m dy ing to ask wh a t 's h ap pened a t p revious  ga mes , b utIdon't pus h my luc k.  T ur ni ngmy at t ention t othe  g ame , I w a tch as  thetwin sda r t b ack and fo r t h ac ro ss  the  fi el d. Th ey'r e  ce rtainly  the most  ag g ress iv egirls o n either team ,but they s ee m t o be t r y ing very  hard not to step overt he line . O nce,Mabl e—I think —wi nds up  bo t h arms  to sh ove a  g irl w ho ac c i de nta ll y steppedo n  he r han dwhen  they a ll went down in ab igpile, but bef ore  she d oe s,s he loo ks ove r at me and grins  before tu ck i ng  her hands awa yand goi ng afte r the ball.
At half t ime, theco achp u lls  out a con tainer o f slicedo range s ,but t hetwinsra ceoff t he fie l d,barel y stop pi ng intimeto  avoid p lowing into me.

"Did y ou see  us?" 

" I made agoa l !"
"We stay ed i n the whol e f irs t hal f a n d did n'tg et  in troub le o n ce!"

"Th a tstu p i dgirl steppe d o n m e, bu t I didn't  eve n get mad!"

"You ' re going to wa tcht h e r est of t he  game, right?" 

" Ar e we doing  g ood?"

's mom_seems to_be warming up to_me, but_her_dad is_glaring_holes through me_at the sight_of Echo's arm through_mine. Part of_me_wants to slip out of her grasp, but it's a pretty small part. I_do,_however, risk_putting_myself_in the line of fire_by sitting down next to_her dad._I'd rather Echo didn't have to sit next_to_him the whole_game if he's just going to be pissed off_that I'm here.

By the time Mrs._Simmons joins us,_the_game_is getting started. She_plops down next to her husband,_but leans around him to say._"I told the twins that if they_didn't misbehave during the game they_would get to watch a_movie with_you and Echo tonight."

Echo and_her dad both_turn to_stare at her._Echo looks hopeful, saying, "Are we_going to the_movies tonight?"

Her dad is not thrilled,_only_saying, "When did_we_discuss_this?"

To her_credit, Mrs. Simmons_just_waves off_her_husband's concerns. "Trust me," she says,_"this_will work. Wouldn't it be nice to_sit through a game_without_one of the twins_getting sent out for fighting?"

Mr._Simmons doesn't comment, but he does_look rather_hopeful. I'm_dying to ask what's happened at previous games, but I don't_push my luck. Turning my attention_to the game, I_watch as_the_twins dart back_and_forth across_the field. They're certainly the most aggressive_girls on_either team, but they seem to_be trying very hard_not_to step over the line. Once,_Mable—I think—winds up both arms to_shove a girl who accidentally_stepped_on_her hand when they all_went down in a big pile,_but before she_does, she looks over at me and_grins_before tucking her hands away and_going_after the ball.

At half time, the_coach_pulls_out a container of sliced_oranges, but the twins race off_the field, barely stopping in time to avoid plowing_into me.

"Did you_see us?"

"I made a goal!"

"We_stayed_in_the whole first half and didn't get in trouble once!"

"That_stupid girl_stepped on me,_but I didn't even get mad!"

"You're going to watch the_rest of the game, right?"

"Are we doing_good?"
