Have you ever had one thing that made you who you are? That sole object? Person? Hobby? I have. For me, my entire existence had been defined by a single goal. Something that I had been chasing to complete for as long as I can remember.
Beat Carter King. At one thing. Anything. It didn't matter, as long as I exceeded him, even if only by the tiniest bit. All my life, I had longed to find my name come out first in front of him, for me to be just that millisecond faster at something. I had trained, studied, pushed myself so hard all because of him.
And he still came out on top. The most infuriating thing was, he didn't even work hard for it, not the way I did. And every time that happened, he would flash my that famous smile and say, " Better luck next time, Second.". That's right, Second. My nickname was due to the fact I was always second, and Carter was always first.
Not matter what I do, I am going to beat Carter. It is my one and only goal.
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Around the World..... With My Worst Enemy
Teen FictionEmma is a poor girl at a posh school. The only thing that keeps her there is the fact that she's the best at everything she does. Well, second-best at everything. And first place goes to... Carter King. Ever since they were children, he has beaten h...
