Dreams+Do+Come+True

WOSHHHHH!!! I scrambled for a napkin for my overflowing root beer, but I would NOT put my phone down. Period. End of discussion. My mom called my name, and said she would be in the car. I grabbed a lid and snapped it on my red Kentucky Fried Chicken cup. I sprinted to our familiar white Subaru and hopped in the front seat. I nervously peeled open the lid to my popcorn chicken and munched on the crispy bites. It's eight o'clock. I left tryouts 20 minutes ago, and there were still a lot of girls waiting to try out. I nervously fumbled with my identification, a 15 on a white notecard. Snap, snap, snap, snap. 8:01. Flick, snap, flick. 8:02. Munch, flick, snap, munch. 8:03 ....... 8:04 RIIINNN-- "Hello?!" "Niki? You made Poms!!!"

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