Twelve-year-old Britany Archer pedaled her bicycle down Mill Street as fast as she could. She was more than 15 minutes late and annoyed. Her mother knew she was supposed to meet her friend Molly in the park at 11:30. She’d waited until Britany was about to leave the house to tell her she needed to help with some chores before she could go.
Arriving at Coleman Park, she was out of breath when she saw her friend sitting on a picnic table waiting with her phone in her hand.
“Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for ever,” Molly said in an irritated tone.
“My mother needed me to help her move some furniture. Someone’s coming today to clean the carpets. I don’t know why she waited until I was headed out the door to ask.”
“Whatever. Let’s get going before it gets any hotter.”
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