playground, so fast I actually got to Jimmy B. within 1 minutes. He had been 20 feet away.
I reached Jimmy B. and bent over, panting from my long run. I rasped,”Hey, * gasp * Jimmy B. * gasp *! Could I * gasp * please borrow a sheet of paper and a pencil? It’s an emergency!”
“Sure thing! Here ya go!” Jimmy B. smiled, his lips orange and his teeth full of Cheetos. He reached his chubby, orange-tipped fingers into the chip bag, grabbed some more Cheetos, and stuffed them into his freckley little face. Then Jimmy B. grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil from inside his hoodie pocket and shoved them at me.
Ew! I thought. I looked down at the paper he was offering, and saw that it too was covered in artificially-made cheese orange prints. But it was the best I could do. I grabbed the paper and pencil.
I ran back to my spot on the swing. And I started to write.
So I wrote. And I wrote. For 6 whole minutes, I wrote out my fabulous plan. And then, finally, it was done. My plan. My brilliant plan. It was on