Smiling slightly, April replied. “We’re kind of similar in that respect,” she had never tried to change who she was, mostly because her aunt Anna had always told her she didn’t have to. “But all this talk of change is kind of weirdly depressing, or is that just me?”
Quirking an eyebrow up, she studied Maddie for a long moment, trying to figure out if the other girl was kidding or not. “So you’re some kind of dart psychic?” April asked, her face set in a serious expression, though it was mostly just an act.
With a laugh, she turned away from the dartboard to glance at Maddie. “You should probably try and catch more of them, one could be important,” joking around like this with someone who wasn’t Lucas, DJ or George was kind of odd, but not a bad odd. She was about the last person to take offense to anything, though, so it wasn’t much of a surprise that she was at least able to take Maddie’s jokes in stride.
After all the other girl hadn’t called her crazy or anything, which was always a good sign.
“That’s a first,” April began. “I’ve never heard of someone purposefully making themselves look bad just in order to win.” Although she supposed it made sense in some way, fooling your opponent into thinking they had the upper hand in the game. “Do you know how this game is scored?” She wasn’t exactly a regular when it came to darts, and when she did play it was mostly for fun – points had never been involved before.