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What Goes Around Comes Around {Shoulda Coulda Woulda challenge}

“Move Stacy! I want those tickets.” Billy said pushing me, like he always does.
“Ow!” I screamed as I fell on the wet grass yet again, dropping my copy of Twilight. This time I stayed down. The dew soaked grass was icy on my torn, and bruised skin. Billy laughed as he picked up the tickets and walked off.
I felt a light tickle on my left cheek. I wait untill Billy had left to look. There was a four-leafed clover. Right there, where Billy had left me. Maybe my luck was changing…

The next day I was listening to the radio. They started a contest, 7th caller wins front row tickets to the Fall Out Boy concert. OMG I love FOB! I called in, eyes squeezed shut in hope.

Bring, Bring

Oh gosh, it’s ringing!

Bring, Bri-

“Hello, you are our 7th caller! Congratulations!” The radio DJ said. I couldn’t believe I have just won FRONT ROW tickets to FOB ! Billy will be really mad he took my old tickets now. Well, I guess he deserved it. You know what they say “What goes around, comes around.”

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