Ella turns the canoe into a small cove,
And pushes back her paddle to stop the movement.
There we sit,
In the quiet inlet,
Watching small waves lap at the shore.
Ella's voice breaks the silence.
"I can't believe we're almost in ninth grade," she says.
"Yeah me neither," I sigh.
I shift my weight a little and turn around in my seat to face her.
"What is it, like two weeks till we start?" She asks.
"Something like that.
Every summer I'm like 'oh I'll do I'll these cool things' and then
School rolls around again
And I haven't done anything."
Ella ponders this.
"Well...I'm not sure you've done nothing," she says.
"You went to camp.
You're here with me now."
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RomanceI love history even more today. Group projects were announced. I typically hate them, although I never do most of the work. I do what I need to do, nothing more nothing less. Today, I was paired with her. Her and one other girl, who's out sick. ...
