I was almost done for good. I’d written my goodbyes and everything. Nah I’m just kidding; I’m not that sentimental. But I Was almost done. I glanced at the two long healed cuts on my arm and ran a little faster anticipating the next one as if it were about to come in the next second. Which it might’ve... I’d been running for three weeks ever since I got a second slice on Steel’s arm.

Let me explain: Steel and I have been at each other’s throats, literally, since we were in preschool. I mean the teachers had to remove the safety scissors from our grasps. And then remove our fingers from each other’s throats. (Like I said;at each others throats.) Anyways as we got a little older we moved up from safety scissors to pocket knifes at summer camp. Why our parents thought it might be a semi-okay idea to send us to the same camp, I have no clue, but regardless we both made it out alive,..barely. That summer was when it began actually.

You know how some kids play Rock Paper Scissors for three rounds. Well we just played scissors for three rounds.

She caught me off guard when I was collecting wood and got a slice on my arm. As I looked at her in shock she smirked and said, “One for me, but be careful because three strikes and your out.”

So now for the questions: Did I tell anyone she cut me?

No, because then I’d never win. And there’s also the fact that it’d be hard to prove considering we’re both considered a little wild...if you know what I mean.

Why have we always been at each other’s throats?

I’m not exactly positive and I don’t recall everything we’ve fought about but I have my theories. One being...You know how some people have kindred spirits and their souls just connect... so we’re the opposite of that, I guess.

When did I get my first slice on her?

That summer at camp just like her.

How did I get my second slice on her?

Well I’d heard she got a job in advertising and I set up an ‘interview’ to make a pitch and when I was able to catch her off guard I slid the sharp pin Attached to the brooch I’d worn on my suit for the ‘interview’ across her arm.

Now she’s after me for a third and final strike.

But the problem is I still don’t know what she meant that day “third strike and your out.” Will the third strike be on my arm with the others or will it be my throat this time?!

What did she mean when she said ‘your out?’