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This Story Is About Cindy 1:5

... would have excommunicated myself from my generation. I turned and looked at Becky, who was twirling her hair as she chatted away gaily. She looked over at me when I started walking towards her, and she flipped me the bird. I stopped in my tracks, considered her gesture, and then raised my own middle finger along with a nod, as if it was a formal greeting. I then headed back to the campfire myself. Dinner was uneventful, but tasty. The dogs were flame grilled to perfection (or mine were at least), and we had s'mores afterwards. Once we ran out of marshmallows, we all just sat around the fire. Most of the adults had already turned in, so only Uncle Henry was still with us. He was kind of the 'Cool Uncle,' and we didn't have to watch what we said around him. Looking back I think he may have been a little too cool, but it's whatever. "So you're single again," stated Becky as she looked at Jamie. "You okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine. I was starting to get tired of her anyways. There's a girl in my math class that's kind of cute though. I might go for her next." "Oo, would I know her?" asked Becky, always on edge for the latest gossip, something her brother was often a part of. "I don't think so. I can't remember her name anyways though," he told her. I just rolled my eyes and looked over at my Uncle, who was giving me the 'shoot me now, please!' look. "Well kids," he started. "It's about time I turn in. Be nice to each other all right?" "Aw, stay up with us!" begged Maddie. "Sorry ...

... sweetie. I'll be up and at 'em with you tomorrow," he promised. Then he turned to his son. "Tom." "Night Pa," Tom said. Then Uncle Henry nodded towards Paul, Greg, Sunny and I with another 'good night,' failed to acknowledge Becky and Jamie at all, and headed off towards his tent. Once he'd zipped up his flap, Becky sighed. "God I thought he would never leave..." "... Why?" asked Maddie. "I don't know, 'cause he's old? It's weird that he hangs out with us like he's cool," Becky stated, as though her opinion was the majority. "... I don't know what your definition of the word is, but I think Uncle Henry is pretty cool," I said. "Yeah!" Maddie chimed in. There were nods of agreement from all around the circle. Becky turned to Jamie. "... I think he's got you on that one Becky," he said with a smirk. "Oh fuck you Jamie," Becky spat, and she stood and stormed away. We sat in silence for a while as we watched the light of her cell phone bounce away into the dark as she walked. "I'll go get her," Jamie sighed as he stood and followed her. I saw Paul watching Jamie carefully, and watched him curiously. Once Jamie was out of earshot, Paul spoke to the center of the group, mimicking Becky's voice. "... God I thought they would never leave." Everyone laughed. We stayed up another hour or so chatting and then headed to bed. Jamie and Becky were still out there somewhere, but none of us were worried. Becky always snuck off in the night to smoke weed. I didn't think Jamie had gotten into it, but ...