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"The players take their seats, opposite each other, a table between them.
Black versus white.
Good versus evil. If you want to be melodramatic.
The game begins."

But, inevitably, the game must end.


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1. The game begins.

The players take their seats, opposite each other, a table between them.

Black versus white.

Good versus evil. If you want to be melodramatic.

The game begins.

 

When I open my eyes, the first thing I notice is a pair of eyes smiling at me. Don't ask me how eyes can smile, they just can.

These are nice eyes, a deep rich brown, the colour of warm caramel, clouded by sleep and rimmed with an unusually thick set of lashes.

Dan's eyes.

Just inches from my own.

My breath catches in my throat.

I blink, and the rest of him come into focus. I let my eyes drift lazily from his eyes to his hair, thick dark chocolate, flopping lazily over his forhead, and down his face, his straight nose, full lips and strong jaw. They wander down his neck to his bare torso, with his tanned, perfectly defined abs, and down further to...

The rest of him is hidden by the bed covers.

Dan leans forward, he is so close that I can see every detail of his flawless face. Our lips are about to touch when he pulls back and whispers in my ear;

"Tassy, wake up."

 

I start. My mother is bending over me, shaking my shoulder gently.

"Tassy, wake up. You need to be at Mrs Puckle's for eight thirty. Time to get up, sweetie."

She leaves, and I let myself sag back onto the covers.

A dream. Just a dream.

I've been having the same dream for weeks, ever since Daniel Rookwood, aka LeSexGod, moved to Spinney Hill. He's got half the girls in the area drooling over him, and the other half plotting ways to sneak a snog.

And he hasn't looked at me twice.

I mean, in all honesty, who would? Who would look at Tass King, resident of no.1 Lame Lane, Loserville, compared to, say, Elena Knight, who I swear has had a boob job.

Ah well.

I roll over onto my side, and glance at the battered pink alarm clock I bought four years ago at a carboot sale.

7:49

What??!! I have to be at Mrs P's in 40 minutes, and she lives, like, the other side of town!!! Geez mum, you wanted me to get a Saturday job, the least you can do is make sure I'm awake to do it!!

I'd better get going. Time to get this day started.

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