Fire Hazard: Cape High Book Eight (Cape High Series 8) (21 page)

I move a step forward, intent on giving her a piece of my mind, only to blink as someone grabs my hand.  I glance up at Trent, who automatically wraps an arm around my waist.  “Don’t,” he says quietly as the blonde glares at us and walks on past.

“Yeah, whatever,” I mutter, glaring after her for a moment before looking at him.  “Let’s go swimming!”  We rush in, only to stop and stare as we see the massive park in front of us.  There’s a gigantic swimming pool straight ahead.  To the right there’s a lazy river with people on inner tubes just relaxing as the twisting path pulls them along.  To the left is a massive water battle field.  I’ve never seen something like that before, I think blankly.

There are a ton of little kids in the field, chasing each other with squirt guns and water balloons, dodging the various spouts of water or hiding in the trenches that are probably small pools.  To the side, though, are the really powerful water guns, the ones that are attached to the ground.  That’s where I see Jack and Aubrey fighting over the biggest gun on the floor.

“Swimming or water gun fight?” Trent asks me as Ditto hops onto his back.  We get a few strange looks, one guy with “twins” but I ignore them, looking for the funnest thing to do.  “The moment we go on the field you know Jack’s going to shoot us,” he points out.

“Let’s do...” I stop, my eyes going huge as I see the biggest water slide I’ve ever seen in my life, “that,” I say, practically drooling as I point up at it.

He follows my pointing, looking up at the skyscraper that’s masquerading as a slide, and lets out a whistle.  “Wow, if I fell from that I’d definitely learn to fly,” he declares.

“Let’s do it!” Ditto says, cheering loudly.  “Onward, to the Plunge!”

We head for the line, waiting patiently for our chance to get on the massive scale to be weighed.  You wouldn’t think we’d top 550--we don’t, but we’re close enough that the guy with the piece of paper in his hand looks at us a little strangely.  I mean, Ditto and I barely top the five foot mark and are as skinny as can be, while Trent doesn’t have an ounce of fat on him.  He’s just muscular--and REALLY heavy.

“I work out,” Trent says blandly when the look lasts too long.

“He does,” I say, pointing at his arm, “ALL the time.”

“Yep,” Ditto agrees.  “So can we go up the stairs yet?”

“First I have to read this to you,” the man says, still looking at Trent a bit strangely.  He rattles off a lot of words, which I promptly ignore, then motions us up the massive stairway to the top.

“Did you see his face?” Ditto asks as we start up the steps, joining a seriously long line.  “Think he figured it out?”

“He would have if it’d been Jack,” Trent admits.  “He started out at over three hundred, but last we checked he was nearing four--Dad thinks he’s going through a growth spurt.”

“Shhh,” I say, noticing the norms in front of us glancing back.  “His brother’s seriously fat,” I tell one that’s bold enough to keep looking.  “Like REALLY fat.  Don’t go judging,” I add, giving him a dirty look.  “Fat people are people too!”

~About the Author~

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