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    My Protector – (Chapter: ch 6)

    Twelve year old Spencer sat in front of the fire in a lawn chair, the rest of the clan heading off to fish. The air was cool and clean, birds chirped over head casting small insignificant shadows on the land below them. Her mind swimming with thoughts of her best friend Ashley Davies who just turned fourteen, the group traveled up to Pine Valley Mountains on a camping trip for Spencer’s thirteenth birthday which was in three days.

     

    Her parents had their own tent, Uncle Raife and his wife Christine had theirs, Glen and Clay and their two friends Michael and Sam had the biggest tent and Ashley and Spencer shared the last one. It was late last night when things took a drastic turn between the two girls, laughing and giggling in their sleeping bags unaware of what was to come.

     

    “So what do you think of Sam?” Spencer asked Ashley as they calmed down, whispering so no one heard them.

     

    “What do you mean?” Ashley asked lying flat on her back and staring up.

     

    “You know…um,” Spencer became shy, Ashley was older not by much but still. The brunette had already had three boyfriends and her first kiss which was followed by many more, Spencer had never really liked boys or been kissed so she never knew how to put things when talking about it, “Do you think he’s cute?”

     

    Ashley rolled on her side propping her head in her hand staring at her fidgeting friend, Ashley loved that about Spencer, the way she moved when nervous or happy, “Why do you?”

     

    “I…don’t know, he’s kind of cool I guess,” she replied with red cheeks.

     

    “You so like him don’t you?” Ashley prodded feeling a little jealous, her love for Spencer blossomed nine months after she turned thirteen but with Spencer lagging behind in the physical and emotional side the brunette didn’t want to push her.

     

    “I didn’t say that,” Spencer flopped down hiding her face under her pillow, Ashley slipped out of her sleeping bag and straddled the younger girl, reaching over and tossing the pillow away.

     

    “Awww does my wittle baby have a crush?” she mocked.

     

    “I’m not a baby,” Spencer insisted struggling to get out from under the taller stronger girl.

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    1. Poor Spencer…she’s really had it tough being sent away and now for the first time having to deal with the death of Uncle Raife, who accepted the fact that she liked girls. You are a fantastic writer and I’m certainly loving this story. PMS!!!!

    2. Poor Spencer…she’s really had it tough being sent away and now for the first time having to deal with the death of Uncle Raife, who accepted the fact that she liked girls. You are a fantastic writer and I’m certainly loving this story. PMS!!!!

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