Hey kiddo,” my dad says, shattering my fantasy and bringing me back to reality. “You’re on my team.” “Great,” I say. We’re definitely going to lose. There’s no way my dad will be able to keep up with Dan, and since I don’t know what I’m doing, I’ll be pretty much useless on our team. My dad gives me a brief overview of the rules. It’s our family against theirs. Layla and Fred are far more athletic than my mom and I, so we most definitely don’t stand a chance. Oh well. It’s just a game. Wish I could convince my dad of that, but he seems to have something to prove. He stares at the other team with determination, and when he comes back into our huddle, there’s nothing but fierce determination in his eyes. This isn’t going to end well. “The only one who will be able to keep up with Dan is you, Hannah -Bean. I want you on him like white on rice,” my dad says. My cheeks heat up. He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I wouldn’t mind staying on Dan all night long. “On it,” I say. Maybe flag
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