30 Seconds
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Mon, Jul 6, 2015
30 seconds.
30 seconds is all Ryder Ambrose, the towns bad boy, needs to win a bet.
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"Are you sure that if I do this I'll actually win?" I breathe out, breaking the silence.
"Yup." he says popping the p. "That is if you stop acting like a pussy and actually do it."
I reluctantly look around. Nobody but us are in the hallway. Everyone else is already in class.
I take a few steps forward until I'm face to face with the door. I sigh, and place my hand on the doorknob.
For some reason I can't bring myself to turn the knob.
That is until Luke swings open the door, pushes me inside, and locks it from the outside.
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