Joel N. RossAfter an hour the score was: Quancita–34 Radiz–51 Sally–froglegs Perla–9 a
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After an hour the score was Quancita—34 Radiz—51 Sally—froglegs Perla—9 a. I had studied the rules of the game and had made some good moves, but by this time I was stuck in my own little box of thoughts. It had become harder for me to concentrate. The thoughts that crowded into my head were of that annoying boy with the cockney accent who had insulted me at the party.
He had tried to be funny, but it hadn’t worked. His attempts at humor, like his attitude, were all wrong, and I had been annoyed with him ever since. The game was going well until now, but I could tell I was losing my concentration.
The game seemed so simple at first, but now it was becoming more difficult than ever. What would it be like once I got to play against my sister? Maybe she would win the game before me, and then she would give me her prize money. Chances were that she would either beat me or at least tie me in points.
Source: The Lost Compass
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