After my third time of trying to knock down some bottles with a ball, my two dollars finally payed off. All my friends were laughing at me because I have such a bad aim. Ryan was the one who thought it was the funniest thing he had ever seen. I have known Ryan almost my whole life. Before giving birth to us our moms were best friends. They did everything together. In high school they both received the same amount of prom votes, but my mom gave his mom the win. After that act of kindness they became best friends.
Taylor is Ryan's girlfriend. I've only known her for about a month now and I still don't really know her that well, but she seems a little clingy and too peppy for my taste. So far I'm not so fond of her.
Now it was her turn. Of course she knocks one right off the top and cries to Ryan for help. Ryan being the gentleman he is helped her out.
I miss Ryan, we used to be super close until he moved away. He lived next door to me till sixth grade. I think I actually cried the day he moved. I still remember the date, July 22, 2010.
Since Taylor didn't win she started to tear up, I think it was just part of a show to gain sympathy.
"Hey we are all winners when it comes to different things." I said to cheer her up.
"Let's go to the game where you pop balloons with darts." Grace added.
Taking Grace's idea into consideration we walked towards part of our new adventure.
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The Funhouse
Mystery / ThrillerIt all happened that Friday night...the night they were taken. While at a carnival something extraordinary happens! Will Finley and her friends make it out alive?