“You are the world’s biggest troll, Aspen,” Flame told me. We had just gotten to my house after going to a hockey game of mine. Ice hockey. “I told you, I don’t like ice hockey!”
I smiled. “Happy birthday. Now shut up or I’ll chuck the marshmallow bag into the campfire. I’LL DO IT,” I said. We got home at about 7:00, when the sun was starting to set. Then we had gone into the woods and dragged out gigantic tree branches, both of us trying to outdo the other and drag a larger branch. I had won, of course, but we still had fun. Then we waited for it to get dark and started up the fire. I looked at the full moon. My Typhlosion and other Pokemon were in their Pokeballs, and so were Flame’s. His short red hair glowed in the firelight.
“Don’t,” He said. I laughed. It was late fall, and the amount of good days for having campfires was waning. I put a hot dog on a stick and stuck it into the fire. Then the wind shifted, throwing smoke and embers into my face.
“Arceus dangit!” I yelped. The smoke stung my eyes, and I moved to the other side of the fire. Flame laughed. We roasted hot dogs, marshmallows, and then we battled with Pokemon. After a few hours of doing that, Flame went home. Then I realized that I’d forgotten about the cake and present I’d gotten for him. I got the cake, shaped like a Pokeball, and the present, a coat so he could go and train with his Pokemon when it got cold out, and went to his house. It was just next to mine. I knocked on the door. Flame answered.
“What?” He asked. I held out the cake and the coat.
“Happy birthday!”
I smiled. “Happy birthday. Now shut up or I’ll chuck the marshmallow bag into the campfire. I’LL DO IT,” I said. We got home at about 7:00, when the sun was starting to set. Then we had gone into the woods and dragged out gigantic tree branches, both of us trying to outdo the other and drag a larger branch. I had won, of course, but we still had fun. Then we waited for it to get dark and started up the fire. I looked at the full moon. My Typhlosion and other Pokemon were in their Pokeballs, and so were Flame’s. His short red hair glowed in the firelight.
“Don’t,” He said. I laughed. It was late fall, and the amount of good days for having campfires was waning. I put a hot dog on a stick and stuck it into the fire. Then the wind shifted, throwing smoke and embers into my face.
“Arceus dangit!” I yelped. The smoke stung my eyes, and I moved to the other side of the fire. Flame laughed. We roasted hot dogs, marshmallows, and then we battled with Pokemon. After a few hours of doing that, Flame went home. Then I realized that I’d forgotten about the cake and present I’d gotten for him. I got the cake, shaped like a Pokeball, and the present, a coat so he could go and train with his Pokemon when it got cold out, and went to his house. It was just next to mine. I knocked on the door. Flame answered.
“What?” He asked. I held out the cake and the coat.
“Happy birthday!”
