As I walked back to Grandma, I was thinking about the handsome guy who was so kind. I saw that his number was 39. When the game started, I watched him. I saw that he was the quarterback.
When the game was almost over, they did the raffle. Everyone in the whole audience put their name in.
Greg put his hand in the glass bowl. It reminded me of the Hunger Games. Greg did a speech about what the prize in and all. I think it was cash. Blahblahblahblahblah.
Greg pulled out a slip of paper with one of the hundred people's name on it.
"Margret Joan."
That's my grandma!!!! Oh my gosh!!
"Grandma! Thats you!" I whispered to her.
"Oh, yay!" Grandma answered and then walked up with me.
"Congratulations Margret! You won!" Greg shouted. As we made it up towards the field, I hid my face from him. This was so embarrassing.
"Oh my gosh, it's you Crystal!" Greg told me. I smiled at him and he tried to talk to me more. I still hit my head.
"What's wrong? Why are you hiding?" Greg said and winked. I didn't know what to say.
Then I looked at the clock. 11:55. Oh great, my stepmom and stepsisters will be home at 12:05.
"Uh, thanks for the prize but we got to go. Right grandma? Yeah lets go."
Grandma had a questioned look on her face as we scurried out.
"What are we doing? Don't you want to see the end of the game?" Grandma asked.
"Um, it's fine. I need to get home."
"Why?" Grandma kept asking me more questions in the way home.
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When the Clock Strikes Twelve
FanfictionFan fiction of Cinderella: a normal girl is forced into being a servant. She really wants to go to the super bowl but she has too much work to do. She lives through the amazing story of Cinderella, but for people who like sports, and ends up-- read...
