Thirteen— Alleyway

Her thoughts.

Two weeks later.

The results are in. 

My palms were sweating. My heart was pounding so hard. I tried to calm myself down. 

“Breathe, Heather. Breathe.” I told myself.

Today is the result if I got in to the next round of the Writer’s Luck competition. 

I opened my repaired laptop and went to my mail inbox. 

Five unread emails.

Whew. I have to read the mail. No matter what. 

Then, I saw “The Writer’s Luck” email and opened it. 

It says, 

Hi Ms. Russell,

Congratulations! You passed the next round of competition. 

For the next round of event, please click the link below for instructions. 

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