A Game With Fate

A Game With Fate

Have you ever wanted to reverse time? Take back a bad choice you made? Or re-make history as it is?

Well, this story is about a girl who had the chance to do all those things—and, well, she did all those things.

But, though it does end happily, the middle part wasn't all smooth cuts but really jagged lines.

And if you're the type of person who doesn't face drama very well or if you hyperventilate at the very thought of confrontation, then, well, this story is a gamble for you. But I promise you, it's worth it.

And yes, I did say that the middle part isn't very lovely, but so is the beginning——but no more talking!

Let's see what this story has in store.

Georgina De Los Santos was always one to break the rules. A 5'3 American-Filipino girl whose black hair flared just as bright as her smile, whose skin was clearer than snow and whose eyes were the reflection of amber perfection.

But this story is not about her. This story is about someone who is completely different from her. Though, for the time being, let's keep our focus on this spitfire.

It was her final exam the next morning but there she was, sneaking into her neighbor's house in the middle of the night, drunk and way over her head—literally.

"Ouch!" Shrieked our way-too-tipsy protagonist (for now) from the bottom of the fence. Her head had just hit the soft grass but still, the pain was unbearable with the pounding headache that was coming too early.

"No, this isn't gonna stop the great Georgina De Los Santos from confessing her love!" She huffed in determination.

Sadly, that huff led to a series of gags but thankfully it didn't last very long, just made for an embarrassing memory that will later haunt her.

"I will get to Mathieu's window and tell him," Georgina slurred with a sly grin at the thought of all the tossing and turning she'd be doing tonight.

"And stop talking to myself." She giggled at her thoughts. "Mathieu would probably like to do more action than talking."

She quickly and gracelessly stood to her feet, giggling as her heels sank into the dirt. Georgina staggered to the bottom of Mathieu's window, a trail of vomit and hope stuck to her heels.

She realized that what she was about to do next was gonna be quite a challenge with heels on, so she wriggled them off her feet and kicked them aside.

Though the climb was grueling, especially when drunk, Georgina made it to Mathieu's window without falling off. Then again, this wasn't her first time climbing onto a second-floor window.

"Mathieu!" Georgina shouted while banging rapidly on Mathieu's curtained window. She was clutching tightly onto the bars of Mathieu's window, a small frown on her face because of the danger she knew that lurked below her.

She could tell by the dim lighting of his room that he was inside, and that silhouette she saw walking around the room as she pulled herself onto the ledge was obviously not a woman's.

She wondered why Mathieu wasn't answering her when it was pretty obvious that he was inside.

So, Georgina tried again.

"Mathieu! Let me in!"

It was dark outside and Georgina was slowly becoming sober, which meant her drunken decision could soon become a drunken mistake—which it already was.