MONDAY. 7:25 AM.
She frowns at me. "What? Why would you want to play that?"
I frown back at her. "What? We should try something new. Don't you want to try something new?"
"Well yeah, but…" She trails as she looks around trying to find where said sport is being played, she finds it and turns back to me. "But it's a very dangerous sport."
I fold my arms, "says who?"
"Haven't you seen the tv series teen wolf?"
I sigh, "That is fiction, this is real life. I'm sure it's perfectly safe." I convince her.
"But you promised to teach me how to swim."
I did promise that but we were both 10 at that time, and that was because our families decided to spend time at the pool for a birthday and Jenny almost drowned. I guess that's when Mr Scott got much more protective and banned Jen from going into the water.
