30 Days - Thousand

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 “Why are we doing this?” she complains. “We’ll never win.”

 

“You don’t know that! Besides, it’s fun.”

 

Stacy sighs, chewing her pen and staring at the candy jar at the front of the room full of brightly coloured skittles.

 

“Doesn’t seem like much fun,” she mutters.

 

“I heard that,” Chelsea says, elbowing her in the side. “You’re always such a sour puss. Come on, write your guess down and I’ll take them up front!”

 

“Fine,” Stacy says, and eyes the candy jar a bit more. She has no idea how many skittles are in the jar, doesn’t really care–she doesn’t like skittles (well, not that much) and the only prize is winning the jar.

 

What I should do, she thinks, is figure out how much volume a single skittle takes and then total it that way.

 

What Stacy does do is write 1000 on her slip of paper and hand it to Chelsea. She doesn’t really want the skittles anyway, and no reason to make her (only) friend look at her weird.

 

(Not that Chelsea would, but better to be safe than sorry.)

 

If she wins, she’ll give them to Chelsea.

 

Chelsea makes a face at Stacy’s non-guess, but takes it anyway.

 

“Be right back,” Chelsea declares, cheerful as ever, and Stacy wonders if she could ever be strong enough to beat in the faces of the kids that are giving her odd looks as she walks up front, the mutters and scoffs that she hangs out with that one kid.