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Piper smiled a little brighter than she had expected. There was something nice about hearing someone talk about something they genuinely enjoyed. She glanced down at the baseball still resting comfortably in Matt's hand before looking up at him.

[COLOR=52BF7C]"In a few months it's the Women's World Cup. It's in China this year."[/COLOR] Her expression brightened in a way it hadn't during the rest of their conversation. [COLOR=52BF7C]"I'm excited for that."[/COLOR] She paused, almost as if debating whether to say more before deciding she might as well. [COLOR=52BF7C]"Michelle Akers is incredible. She's everywhere on the field. She's one of the toughest players to ever play the game. She is a huge inspiration and why I like playing midfield.“[/COLOR] A faint grin crossed her face. [COLOR=52BF7C]"I think she's just really fun to watch."[/COLOR]

A whistle blew in the distance. 

[color=00aeef]“So what’s that about?”[/color] he asked. [color=00aeef]“Do we have to go down there too?”[/color]

[COLOR=52BF7C]"Looks like someone broke the rules."[/COLOR] She replied back as they both instinctively turned their heads. 

Near the end of one of the docks, a counselor was waving both arms over his head while shouting toward two canoes drifting farther from shore. Piper narrowed her eyes. One canoe rocked sharply as a camper stood, paddle raised in the air. The other canoe swerved sideways, trying to avoid whatever ridiculous stunt was about to happen. Another whistle pierced the air. The counselor's voice carried across the water.

[i] “Sit down! Both of you! Now!" [/I]

A few campers on the dock stopped what they were doing to watch. Piper folded her arms. She shook her head at the commotion. One of the campers swung the paddle—not hard enough to do any real damage, but enough that the counselor immediately pointed both canoes back toward shore. Piper let out a quiet sigh.

[COLOR=52BF7C]"Someone thought it'd be funny to sword fight with paddles."[/COLOR]

She watched the counselor motion emphatically toward the dock while another hurried over to intercept the returning canoes.

[COLOR=52BF7C]"Yep..."[/COLOR] she muttered. [COLOR=52BF7C]"Somebody's about to lose canoe privileges."[/COLOR]

Camp had rules, and counselors rarely made exceptions when someone put another camper at risk. She shifted her backpack higher onto her shoulder before turning back to Matt. The excitement around the docks was already pulling more campers toward the commotion, eager to see who was getting into trouble. Piper had never understood that. Crowds always seemed to move toward chaos. She preferred moving away from it.

[COLOR=52BF7C]"You can go watch if you want."[/COLOR] She gave a small shrug.

Without waiting for an answer, she turned on her heel and started walking along the shoreline instead. The farther she got from the docks, the quieter it became. The shouting faded behind her, replaced by the gentle rhythm of waves brushing against the sand and the breeze whispering through the pine trees. That was more her speed. If she was going to spend the morning by the lake, she'd much rather find a quiet place to sit than watch someone get lectured for acting like an idiot with a canoe paddle.

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