Romans & histoires Win The Day

“But I’m surviving.” “And that,” he murmured, “is exactly why you’re going to win.” I leaned into him, my forehead against his chest, letting out a breath I’d been holding for hours. Day one was over. Three more to go. And I wasn’t backing down.

REMINGTON 11 MONTHS, 23 DAYS LATER. “We… won?” I muttered beneath my breath, eyes glued to my phone, watching the hockey match live. “We fucking won!” I screamed at the top of my voice, earning a groan from Clark and a grumble from my mum. This was the final match in a major competition, and our school — Chastity Verse — won. “Pull over!” I ordered the driver behind the wheel. He glanced backwards at my mum, who groaned in frustration.

Three days to prepare for war. And hopefully, three days to figure out how to win against impossible odds.

"Today?" "Today I'm winning."

“Don’t start. I don’t want to lose another bet.” “Relax,” I waved him off. “Everyone, listen up—I’ve got a group challenge. During the vacation, we’ll go to a place we all agree on, and we’ll see who can collect the most… offers. No phone numbers needed—just a napkin, a note, anything that shows someone’s interested.” “What does the losing team have to do?” Jenny asked, clearly intrigued. “The winning team gets to plan one full day of the trip,” Diane jumped in. “Whatever they want—cars, chilling, shopping. The losers don’t get a say, even if they hate it.”

Victor pouted like he had been bullied. "I'm not going to bet on your horse. I'll be happier betting on mine, even if it loses the race. If I bet on other horses, and they end up losing, I'll lose sleep tonight. Sorry, I can't help it. I'm petty." Victor was annoyed by Winston's adamant decision. Suddenly, Jonah showed up with a gentle smile, saying, "Mr. Victor, I'll make a bet on Tornado. I think it stands a good chance of winning, so I'll make a small bet as a token of appreciation. Hope you don't mind it."

Tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow is the day where two clans will fight life and death, defending the honor of their group even if it costs them life and blood. And this morning, Angel chose to be a normal human being, at least he wanted to spend time happily with his mother. Because no one knows what will happen tomorrow, whether he will live or die. "Mom, let's go!" Mrs. Matthew frowned. "Mommy is off today." "Therefore, I want to take mommy for a walk today."

We'd keep winning. One impossible day at a time. To be continued ---

Tonight we didn’t break. We didn’t fall. We didn’t give them what they wanted. And that? That’s a win. For now.

Today, I won by a thread. But I won. Still standing, but barely.