The ball flies at the pins, knocking every one down on contact. I clap, unimpressed. Marcus looks at me with a cocky grin, and he waltz's back over to the little red seat.
"Nice," I say, my tone clearly unamused.
He winks, "Bet you can't do better than that, boo."
"One," I begin, making my way toward the lane, "challenge accepted." I turn to the pins, bowling ball sleek in my hands, strategically planning each pins fall carefully.
"And two, don't call me 'boo'," I whip the ball, it tumbling down the center of the lane and knocking every pin back like an explosion threw them like ragdolls. I turn with a small smurk, Marcus's eyes wide with impression.
"Nice. Hey, remind me not to take you bowling again."
"It was my idea, you just took me here."
"Right, right."
I flop onto my bed, overwhelmed by the amount of stress relieved over the course of the day. I rip off my pants and slip on some cotton shorts, making myself a little burrito in my comforter. I stare at the wall, wondering if the route I chose with Marcus was right.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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Historia CortaMeet Vivian, a shy and lonely girl who only ever wished to please her parents. She's been overlooked her whole life, due to her older, flawless sister Nicole. Can she show them what she's made of?
