"Don't do this. Your going to lose." Face to face with Max a half court shot, only three tries. Shot on a miss, shot two way far. "Max really stop."
"I want my prize if I do win. Plus you always the one that says don't give up." He had a smirk on him face. As the throw the ball getting all net. "Where's my prizes."
"I don't have it. I get it to you by Monday."
"You could also give me an alternative prize. I know you don't have money." I turn my head to him as I walk away a smile on my face.
"I rather give you the $50." Before I could grab my bag he runs over and takes it. "Your not going to going to give up are you?" He shook his head no. I kissed my hand and slap his face lightly. "You never said what kind." Taking my bag walking off.
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What Could Have Been
Teen FictionOnly one thing was keeping Mist at home. But as she slowly loose it, she can't bare to stay. Will she stay or choose to leave her life behind.
