"You have sixty seconds to
explain how this is not the best idea I've ever had.” Julie bounced from foot to foot, making her ponytail swing
from side to side. Sophia found it hard not to be hypnotized from it.
But she gave herself a little shake and started with the short list of excuses.
“I've got a test on Monday."
"You mean the test you've
been prepared for for weeks, and literally have your notes memorized for?
Doesn't count."
"That level of sugar and
carbs is not healthy."
"You study two different forms of martial arts, and you go to the gym five times a week. You can afford to be a little unhealthy now and again. Doesn't count."
"You study two different forms of martial arts, and you go to the gym five times a week. You can afford to be a little unhealthy now and again. Doesn't count."
"It's a waste of money."
“My treat. Doesn't count."
Sophia had run out of reasons, and Julie knew it.
Julie hummed the last few notes of the Final Jeopardy tune, punctuating each
note with another little hop. She
made a very loud buzzer sound, and grinned. "Time's Up!
Let's go. You have exactly forty
two seconds to put on real shoes, or I'm dragging you out in your slippers! Let's go!" Sophia sighed,
smiled, and looked for her sneakers. Julie was counting aloud, and she
knew very well that when she hit forty-two, she would make good on that threat. 
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