Summer was ending, and, like every year, we were depressed. Even though we had days left, we made the most of every minute. Since birth, the group of us were inseparable, and the perfect team. We spent our days outside, running and playing sports and boating and fishing, never taking a second to get a breath in. Our nights were filled with capture the flag and hide-and-seek and most anything else we could play in the dark. Every second was filled with something fun. It wasn't until one of our last days when we actually stopped to take a breath. The six of us lay in the scratchy grass, our clothes and skin dirty as ever. A muddy soccer ball sat near my bruised bare feet. We gazed up at the slowly passing clouds above and smiled as lightning bugs began to rise into the air. Finally, one of us stated, "we only have three days left".
Man, did that kill the mood. I heard the boy grunt as his brother elbowed him in the ribs. "Gee, thanks for the reminder."
"Sorry."
We sat in silence again, depressed. Then I jumped up and said, "As soon as it's dark out, we're playing ultimate capture the flag. The whole cul-de-sac is free for hiding."
Someone sat up and said, "That's impossible. How will we find the other teams flag?"
"That's why it's called 'Ultimate', dummy," one of the girls said.
"Okay," I said, and planned out the teams, which the same boy as before claimed to be 'impossible'.
Then I smiled at the team. My team. That has a nice ring to it.
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