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it funny. Ever since then, Olivia had practically shoved Ginny at me every chance she got. What the heck was she thinking?
    I shook my head in disgust. Ginny was a freakin’ kid. No way did I want anything to do with her like that. She was practically a sister to me. Besides, I had better things to do than be annoyed by little girls, like play football on my high school team, chill out with Johnny after practice, or if I were really lucky, spend time with my girlfriend Amber in one of the empty classrooms.
    Last week, we had ducked into the music room that wasn’t being used during the free period we shared, and she had let me stick my hand up her shirt and feel her boob. I was hoping she would let me get under her bra next week.
    I walked up to Ms. DuBois’s door and was about to knock on it when a flash of blonde caught my attention. Off to my right, there sat Ginny on her bench swing under the giant maple tree in her yard, her head bowed down in concentration on the pad of paper in her lap and her hand moving around as she drew. I wasn’t surprised to find her there. If Ginny wasn’t with my sister, she could be found drawing. In fact, I would say she probably spent half of her life with a pad of paper and a pencil in her hands.
    Instead of knocking on the door for Ms. DuBois, I left the doorstep and walked over to where her daughter sat. She never once lifted her head, and I knew she didn’t notice me approaching. Typical Ginny, she was lost in her own little world, forgetting about everything around her. Her head seemed to be in the clouds anytime my sister wasn’t talking her ear off.
    I thought about saying her name to get her attention, but the last time I had done that while she was tuned out and drawing, she’d ended up screaming out in surprise, slashing across her picture with the marker in her hand and ruining it. I would stand here and wait. If I did it long enough, she would eventually realize someone was right in front of her. Hopefully, it wouldn’t take her too long, though. I would hate to miss out on the steaks my mom was preparing for the grill.
    Looking down at her hand moving across the white surface, I almost snorted. Yet again, she was drawing some sort of fairy tale crap: a prince in armor, fighting off a dragon with nothing except a sword and shield.
    On one hand, I had to admit Ginny’s artwork was amazing. So good, in fact, that she had received numerous awards and ended up in the gifted and talented program in her school. No one could argue that she didn’t produce awesome pictures.
    On the other hand, all the girl drew was stuff like princesses, white knights, castles, and all that nonsense all underage girls seemed to dream of.
    Would it kill her to draw something cool, like a sports car or a football player?
    I stood there silently for a while, watching her shade in the dragon’s scales, before I heard the squeak of the screen door and her mom calling my name. Ginny’s head snapped up, and when she saw me standing right in front of her, she screamed in surprise.
    If it weren’t for the split second that I caught a frightened look on her face, I would have laughed. That scared look had seemed a little more than being surprised, though, making me wonder what exactly Ginny had to be afraid of. This was not the first time I had caught her doing something like that, either. Like the time I had found her when she had accidentally locked herself in my mom’s linen closet.
    Ginny had gone in there to get clean sheets to put on the air mattress she slept on when she stayed over. Our house was old, and the door sometimes got stuck. My family had gone out in the backyard for a cookout, and only I had heard Ginny banging on the door to be let out. She had been a trembling, sobbing mess by the time I had gotten the door open. I was pretty sure that terrified look would be burned into my memory, but I had never been able to get her to tell me what she had been so freaking scared of.
    When she