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In summer day care, outside had always been my favorite place. Going out was a prelude to another epic adventure. As a tomboy, I stuck with the boys who made up games in which we were all characters with names, personalities, and skills way beyond our real selves. That had to be the best part – being someone you knew you could never be. When I played, I threw my whole being into it. I became that person.

There was only one problem. I, as the only girl, had to be the damsel in distress. Princess So-and-So, who did nothing but sit in the tower and wait to be saved by Sean, who always played the role of my savior since Andrew thought we were destined to be together. My good friend Jake was always arguing, because he wanted to be my victor, and agreed with me that girls shouldn’t always be in distress. He was my closest friend from the first day we played together.

During the summer of fourth grade, I decided to state my issue. Pace, our leader, stood in our little fort (we’d proudly conquered it from the Barbie players) with regal air and told me that I was a girl and that was the way things were going to be. I told him it wasn’t fair, and Lara Croft didn’t need any help from men. He thought about it and looked at Stephen, saying, “She does have a point.”

Stephen shook his head and said, “She isn’t tough enough to be like Lara Croft.”

“I’m tough!” “She’s tough!” Jake and I said at the same time.

Pace sat Indian-style and stroked his bare chin as though he had a beard, and said, “Let us test her skill then, shall we? I say we have her do a mission, and see if she can roll with the men in our … quests.”

Pace was always admired for his wise demeanor and mature word choice, and I respected him, so I nodded, accepting this as fair, saying, “Bring it on.”

My first mission was simple: Sneak up to the girls’ fort, steal a Barbie, and bring it back so we could hold it captive. Pace approved the mission, assigning Jake as my escort. We approached the fort in James-Bond mode, rolling and pressing ourselves against walls like secret agents.

“Are you ready?” asked Jake, with a grin. I nodded, and he stooped so I could climb on his shoulders and peek into the fort’s upper room. The girls didn’t see me, engrossed in making Ken and Barbie get married, as they did every day. They had abandoned Barbie in her “dressing room” as Ken spoke to a friend. The moment was all too perfect.

“A little higher,” I whispered, and Jake lifted me up, resting against the gate behind us to hold my weight. I rose a bit, feeling my skirt drag on the metal behind me as I reached, and reached, and reached …

“Hey!” exclaimed one of the girls.

My world spun, and panic pumped adrenaline through my veins, making my mind run a million miles per hour. I felt my support falter, and I quickly grabbed my captor before tumbling to the ground. There was an awful rip, and I knew (and denied and hoped) it wasn’t, but knew it was – my skirt catching on the fence. As we ran to our fort, I felt it slipping down my legs, so I kicked it off to reveal tie-dyed hot pants. The trip to my safe haven seemed to take forever, and I thought, If my counselor sees me with my skirt off in multicolored hot pants running for my life with a wedding-day Barbie in my hands … and smiled to myself as I imagined his reaction. My smile widened when I saw my friends cheering and yelling. Pace, with all composure gone, was rolling on the floor laughing. I didn’t really care. The excitement of victory was too great to be fazed, and I felt amazing, floating on clouds, or at least running.

My allies rushed me into the fort and blocked the path of the angry girls as Stephen began his negotiations with his sister, the leader of the Barbie players. Jake joined me in the upstairs area, where I sat in Pace’s corner, feeling embarrassment for the first time as the adrenaline died, and tears ran down my face. Never one to pull the macho act, he embraced me in a big bear hug and told me everything was okay, saying I was “totally awesome.”

Of course from then on I was allowed major action-filled roles in our games for my heroic skill, and talk of my skirt incident faded among the boys, except Jake.

He still laughs about it to this day.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.




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Lilly3217 said...
Jul. 23, 2011 at 8:31 pm
i read some of the articals and when a vip comments it's good
 
Feathered_mortal This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 23, 2011 at 6:27 pm
I love this! So well written. Well done!
 
starxoxo23 said...
Jul. 23, 2011 at 3:52 pm
This is great. I love your writing :] 5 stars!
 
Hawthorn said...
May 3, 2011 at 4:00 pm
I did something like that once... I laughed for about 15 minutes after reading this.
 
spency said...
Apr. 4, 2011 at 12:40 pm
nice story 5/5
 
MrsLadySlimShady said...
Feb. 2, 2011 at 7:16 pm

Tomboys Unite!!

 

 
Rileyy said...
Nov. 1, 2010 at 5:00 pm
ha.  That is an awesome story. Epic, if I do say so myself :)
 
Sophie H. This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Nov. 1, 2010 at 3:28 pm
Oh man, I love it! the way it's written is perfect! I love how you described it- as if it was the most important thing ever!
 
TuffGurl said...
Nov. 1, 2010 at 3:14 pm

THIS IS AMAZING!!!! This is not just a hilariously amazing story, you also tell it in such a relatable voice; you did a really good job writing-wise, too! FIVE STARS!!!!

P.S.: I wish I had your friends.... they seem like a ton of fun... haha :) I love how Pace evolved, too, because at first he seems to be grudgingly allowing you to play with them, and being... genderist, but then in the end he totally came around and was awesome :) Great job! And tell Jake and Pace and your other frien... (more »)

 
amg73093 said...
Nov. 1, 2010 at 10:48 am
Oh my gosh that was the cutest story I've ever read. I loved it. Reminded me of my childhood!
 
Seelix said...
Aug. 27, 2010 at 10:51 am
Fantastic! You are a great writer and a good story teller! This was very funny! Good job!
 
a.m.f said...
Jun. 22, 2010 at 12:46 am

i wish i knew jake!! :)

haha if you have time, or anyone who see's this if you have time, my new memoir "You Gotta Love Support" just got posted.  i have a lot of faith in this piece, so i don't think it would be a disappointment to read! thank you so much!

 
decembersun14 said...
Apr. 17, 2010 at 6:05 pm
adorable! Jake seems like a good friend
 
Laughternchoclate said...
Apr. 10, 2010 at 8:50 am

Lol

This is really good. Jake seems to be really nice!

 
Chingu said...
Mar. 26, 2010 at 10:32 pm
THAT WAS ADORABLE!! i absolutely adored this; keep writing!
 
PurpleFeather said...
Mar. 26, 2010 at 4:45 pm
lol, soooo funny. I nearly fell off my swivel chair. I can totally imagine that. I can imagine that happening to me. You're a lot like me. I wasn't really one of the boys, but i was always accepted among them because i was the only one of my girlfriends who didn't mind playing with them. Keep wearing hot pants, girl! :)
 
Laughternchoclate said...
Mar. 26, 2010 at 2:06 pm
You sound like me :)
 
Pillow said...
Mar. 15, 2010 at 10:42 pm
That's funny. I can see it in my head. I have alot of brothers so I've always been one of the guys. Trust me I have lots of stories that my people can always remember at the worst times for me.
 
budda said...
Mar. 4, 2010 at 2:29 pm
this story was so inspireing becouse as i read along i could see the whole thing happening in my head witch was relly cool
 
paulavee said...
Mar. 4, 2010 at 1:46 pm
lol nice . Made a smile come across my face. I think yuur very creative and have a good sense of humor hope I get to see another one of your articles (:
 
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