In the meantime, here's a silly little peek to see what Daniel's been up to this summer:
A girl with a short red braid sits down in the grass next to me, and stares at the picture as I work. She's wearing a bright pink Glitter Ponies shirt. Glitter Ponies is a girl cartoon, and it’s nowhere near as cool as Bionic Aardvarks of Underworld Z. I can't believe she can wear that shirt without being embarrassed.
“What's your name?" She twirls the end of her braid between her fingers.
I stop drawing, not sure who she’s talking to. "Wh-what?"
"What's your name?" She repeats.
Wait. Is she talking to me? I look over my shoulder, but no one else is around.
“What. Is. Your. Name?” She asks again. I’m trying to ignore her, but she’s looking at me and blinking a lot. Yeah, like that’ll magically make me pay attention to her.
“I asked you a question." She touches me on the arm, and I pull away from her as fast as I can. It’s a proven fact that girls are the number one carrier of cooties, and no one likes cooties. I’ve never seen a real-live cootie up close before, so I don’t know what they look like, but I’m not about to find out at Camp Bigfoot, when I’m so far away from Mom and her special cootie shampoo. Besides, if anyone’s gonna have them crawling around on their clothes or hiding in their ears, it’s this girl.