#14: Scream the lyrics to different songs while skipping around.

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“So, why are we running?” Sarah asked.

“Because Trevor’s a big poopie head!” I yelled loud enough for him to hear me.

“You really have to admire his stamina.”

“And hate the pee outta him.”

“He’s really cute.”

“Thank you,” Trevor yelled, most likely smirking. “Annette, slow down!”

“Never!” I yelled, speeding up.

“Gosh, I’m loosing too much weight! I’ll never get in the NFL!”

“Football!” I started throwing things at him. Somehow or another, Trevor and I started running circles around Sarah. “All I want for Christmas—

“It’s June,” Trevor said.

I’m sexy and I know it,” Sarah sang.

Ding-dong the witch is dead! The witch is dead! The witch is dead! Ding-dong the wicked witch is dead!” I sang. “You make me feel so! La, la, la, la, la!

Meow, meow, meow—

“What are you doing?” Trevor asked Sarah.

“Cat rap,” we answered, rolling our eyes.

All my life I’ve been good, but now!” I sang.

Thaaat’s whyyy I smile! It’s been a while! Since every day and everything has felt this riiight!” Sarah sang.

“Come and find me when you’re done singing,” Trevor muttered, walking away.

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