“Tell me again why you love swinging a stick around,” Penney barely got out as she collected herself from the floor. “I mean,” she inhaled deeply then exhaled, “if you ever get into any real trouble just use the mace I brought you.”
“I already told you,” her friend threw her out of shape friend a water bottle. “We have to be prepared for anything. What if our attacker was immune to mace.” She said as she twirled the stick she untwisted off of a broom.
Penney downed the whole water bottle and lazily tossed it in the recycle bin. “And I already told you,” Penney stood up and put her hands on her hips. “If the person attacking us is immune to pepper spray then we’ll just have to be on the ten o’clock news.” Her friend picked up another broom stick and threw it at her. “Or not,” Penney caught it mid-air. “Look at that Ali, I’m getting better at the whole catching thing.” Ali ran up to her amazed friend and swept her feet from under her.
“I wish you would get better with your defense,” Ali held out her hand. Penney just laid there on the floor. Refusing to take another beating. “Come on Penney one more round then we go,” she flailed her hand in the air. Penney then crossed her arms across her chest and turned he head away. “If you can get me on the ground at least once,” Ali held one lone finger in the air. “Then we can go.”
Penney looked back at her friend and held her pinky out. “Promise,” she said waiting for her best friend to interlock pinkies.
Ali knelt down and locked her pinky around her childish friend. “I promise.” As soon as the words came out of her mouth and past her lips Penney pulled her down to the floor with her. “Wow,” Ali said in disbelief.
“Let’s go,” Penney sang as she got up and ran for the door.
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