Chapter 1

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So remember, I am writing from where ToomyVara left off.

"How am I supposed to win now?" Sophie whispered, on the verge of tears.

"Miss?" a woman asked.

She blinked back her tears and cleared her throat. "Yes?"

"There are some people who want to talk to you," she said gently.

"Really?" Her eyes seemed to brighten.

The woman smiled. "Yes, really."

The lady handed her the phone.

"Hello?" she said softly.

"Ye-How-Let me-No, let-"

"Calm down," Sophie said laughing.

"Gimme a minute," a girl that sounded like Biana said.

"Okay?" Sophie questioned.

"Okay, I escaped them. Now tell me, how are you? I saw everything on TV."

"Fine-ish. But my arm is broken. I can't compete now."

"YOU GOT SHOT AND YOUR SAD THAT YOU CAN'T COMPETE?!" Grady yelled.

Sophie winced. "I thought you said you escaped them, Bi."

"I thought I did too," Biana murmured.

"Grady, calm down!" Edaline scolded.

"Fine," he muttered, clearly annoyed.

Sophie stifled a laugh as she said "Hi to you too!"

"Sophie!" the duo said in unison.

"How are you doing?" Edaline asked.

"Good-ish. I just want to be home, now that I can't compete."

Edaline's smile looked pained.

They all talked till sunset.

"Well, I'll be waiting for you to come home," Marella said.

Sophie nodded in agreement, said bye, and hung up.

"Are you done talking?" the lady who had given her the phone asked.

"Yep."

"Well then, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Wait, what's your name?" Sophie asked.

"My name is Livvy." she said, walking out the door.


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