Hannah
I watched with disgust as Noah stepped up to the platform and slapped his money down on the counter of the game stand.
“How much to win that stuffed dolphin up there?” he asked, pointing up at the toy.
The bored-looking teenager running the stand simply shrugged, not even following Noah’s finger. “That’s our top prize. You have to hit all of the ducks to win it.”
“Don’t do it, Noah,” Drake said with a chuckle. “All these games are rigged—you’re just going to waste your money.”
A muscle ticked in Noah's cheek, but he merely shrugged off Drake’s words as he picked up the toy rifle, staring down the barrel at the row of cardboard ducks bobbing back and forth.
“I’ll be fine,” he muttered, squeezing the trigger.
The bright orange foam disc sailed through the a
