"Beep beep! Excuse me! Coming through."
My sister and I roll past each other and my elbow bumps hers.
"Hey, watch it!" I glance back at her and glare. "I said excuse me."
Ashley stops her blue-wheeled razor scooter and shoots me one of her "I'm the older sister so I'm in charge" looks before rolling forward again.
"I was in my own lane. Not my fault you can't keep your scooter in the lines."
"I think you drew wobbly lines."
"Did not! Whatever. It's my turn to be the cop!" She calls out as her scooter brakes squeal. She comes to a stop and turns around.
Underneath our scooters lies a chalk town of eight different roads, one highway, a coffee shop, and a marketplace. The little make-believe blue, green, and yellow town begs the artistic recognition of the other eight-year-olds in the outlying cul-de-sacs.
"Bring it on, cop," I yell over my shoulder as I skate by the little green Starbucks café. "You can't catch me."
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