"Hope for Serendipity." She yelled it out so all the kids could hear. The kids were picking teams for kickball and each captain was allowed one trade. She traded for Serendipity, in a slight towards Hope and with no reason towards strategy. 

"Good luck," Hope said forcefully. Of course, she was being genuine, she did want her to have good luck and that had nothing to do with her friend's decision of betrayal. You can be both pissed off and genuine and vengeful and benevolent. It's called multitasking and it will be drilled into their heads soon enough when they get off the playground and start typing and clicking and gossiping and using their thumbs as their main navigational tool. After all, they are taught about the Renaissance where everyone had fifteen different jobs.

Hope played the kickball game well, getting some hits and scoring a run. She smiled when she got dirty from sliding into third base. Hope made sure everyone saw when she crossed home plate by doing a cartwheel, first one she had done in public. After recess, they went back to class and she stared her betraying friend down from across the class and never forgave her, bringing it back up years later when they were both drunk at a party. She smiled again then, like she did when she crossed home plate, doing a cartwheel without spilling her drink.

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