That ain't mine. ._.
Reduppity
Reduppity
By : A. J. Enperson
A rich girl tries to beat the odds in a game where the winner dies.
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Reduppity
1
Reduppity
Reduppity
"One, two, three, Reduppity," the whole room yelled and then the four figures in the circle threw down their five cards. Riley scanned her hand and fought down the rising panic.
"Seven, king, three, ten, and another seven." 7+10+3+10+7=37. Her cards were high. She quickly glanced at the other three players and immediately saw the fear on David's face. He had a high hand also.
"I'm out," Walter said, his relief clear. What had started as a slight gnawing in her stomach over the last few rounds was now beginning to grow into a full-blown stomach ache. Now she was really getting concerned.
The game had started with twenty-three players. At the beginning of each round, the players threw down their cards. The one with the lowest card count left the game. So far, bad-luck had conspired to keep her in the game. She swallowed and could taste the coppery bitterness she got in the back of her mouth whenever she got nervous or scared. She had never expected to get this far and be so close to winning. It wasn't supposed to happen like this.
Why had she come to the party in the first place? Boredom? Maybe. After all, there was only so much she could shop and she was tired of meeting Will's demands for oral satisfaction. She was ready for something different, something exciting, and there was nothing more exciting than one of the parties. After all, getting an invitation was in itself an exclusive and mysterious affair. So when the invitation had suddenly appeared in her mailbox, she was ready. What were the chances after all, of being the last one, the winner? She had heard too much about the parties to pass them up. And she wondered, who had invited her?
The sound of Damon shuffling the
Reduppity
By : A. J. Enperson
A rich girl tries to beat the odds in a game where the winner dies.
Published on
booksie.com/A. J. Enperson
Copyright © A. J. Enperson, 2013
Publish your writing on Booksie.com.
Reduppity
1
Reduppity
Reduppity
"One, two, three, Reduppity," the whole room yelled and then the four figures in the circle threw down their five cards. Riley scanned her hand and fought down the rising panic.
"Seven, king, three, ten, and another seven." 7+10+3+10+7=37. Her cards were high. She quickly glanced at the other three players and immediately saw the fear on David's face. He had a high hand also.
"I'm out," Walter said, his relief clear. What had started as a slight gnawing in her stomach over the last few rounds was now beginning to grow into a full-blown stomach ache. Now she was really getting concerned.
The game had started with twenty-three players. At the beginning of each round, the players threw down their cards. The one with the lowest card count left the game. So far, bad-luck had conspired to keep her in the game. She swallowed and could taste the coppery bitterness she got in the back of her mouth whenever she got nervous or scared. She had never expected to get this far and be so close to winning. It wasn't supposed to happen like this.
Why had she come to the party in the first place? Boredom? Maybe. After all, there was only so much she could shop and she was tired of meeting Will's demands for oral satisfaction. She was ready for something different, something exciting, and there was nothing more exciting than one of the parties. After all, getting an invitation was in itself an exclusive and mysterious affair. So when the invitation had suddenly appeared in her mailbox, she was ready. What were the chances after all, of being the last one, the winner? She had heard too much about the parties to pass them up. And she wondered, who had invited her?
The sound of Damon shuffling the