It has been a yearly ritual ever since they were born, a ritual that grew more and more dangerous with each passing year. In the beginning it was something they looked forward to. Now it was torture for the three of them.
Last year was their biggest and most dangerous ritual. They were afraid of having to relive those memories, those haunting, disturbing memories that kept them up at night.
This year, they were planning ahead; they were going to survive by any means possible.
The trio all stared at each other from their seats at the dining room table. Each one had bags under their eyes and their eyes were dim, losing their childish glow.
Sera shook her head, her voice raspy, “We prepped an entire week for this… We still lost.”
Bryan slammed his forehead on the table, “I can never eat salt and vinegar chips ever again because of this…”
Leon sighed and stared at his reflection in the plate in front of him, “She’s too strong for us… We’ll never be able to win.”
In perfect unison, the trio began crying.
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