An entire block? My heart sank. Lexi and I could only flyer our own street because Jackson and Amy were too busy to go with us around the whole block, sticking flyers in the cracks of doors.
I snorted. “Rude isn’t even anywhere close to what he can be. Just wait.”
“What do you mean?”
“All we’re doing today is posting flyers, as are Connor and his friend,” Lexi began. “What could they possibly do?”
Lexi just smiled and shook her head as if I was a foolish child. “So far, this ‘war’ is the silliest thing I’ve ever heard of! Connor hasn’t even played a single prank.”
Sighing, I tried to put into words what this war was. “It’s not just pranks, Lexi. It’s more than that.”
“Oh, come on, Issa,” Lexi urged, putting her arm around me and motioning toward the houses up and down our street. “We’ve got work to do. This isn’t about Connor, this is about the FCA. Let’s get to it, shall we?”
We were flying up and down this entire street with posters we had made about donating to the FCA. Tomorrow we would flyer the entire block after church with the supervision of Jackson and/or Amy, and soon we are going to start asking local restaurants and businesses if we could put flyers in their windows.
It was a small start, for sure. We planned to do bigger fundraisers, but Jackson and Amy told us not to despise small beginnings. Flyering was a good place to start. Plus, who knew what the results would be? We didn’t get to witness them last time (probably because we hadn’t placed a single flyer).
“Whew! We did it!” Cheered Lexi.
“Yup,” I agreed. “Now let’s go inside and wait for Connor.”
Lexi followed me inside, all the while I wished we were allowed to flyer more than just our street by ourselves. But rules were rules, and as I reached the door to our home, I began to think of other fundraising ideas that would surely beat anything Connor had in mind.
“Well, that was a lot of work,” Connor mentioned aloud as he walked toward us. “How’d y’all do?”
I snorted, rolling my eyes.
I opened my mouth, ready to fire back a nasty retort. But at that moment Jackson and Amy came walking in.
Saving my quippings for later, I exclaimed, “Me! I get to pick it this time.”
Amy raised an eyebrow. “Let’s let Connor pick it tonight, Issa. It is, after all, his first Saturday here.”
Of course, I mused to myself. Like Connor deserves to pick the movie.
Boy, was I unprepared for what I saw next.
I led the way, swinging open the front door, and stopped short.
Who did it, y’all? Post your guesses in the comments below. 😉