“What a lucky bitch…”
A petite girl muttered unhappily, glaring at the television. On it, Alisa and Adam were pictured together, holding a gleaming ticket. It was blurry, but Amber could just about make out what the silver object said. “First, she steals my boyfriend, and now she wins a trip for two to a candy factory! That should be me standing next to him, not her! I should’ve been the one to win!”
“Ammmmbbbbeeeerrrrr!”
Letting out a long exhale through her nostrils, Amber turned the TV off and forced a smile as her younger sister charged into the room, holding a couple of bags of sweets.
“Hey, Cassie, how was shopping?” Amber asked Cassie, patting the sofa next to her. Cassie jumped up next to her, handing her a bag of sweets. “Oh, what are these?”
“They’re new!” Cassie said excitedly, ripping open her own bag to reveal little gummy bears. “And they were on offer, so mummy got us some! I got gummy bears, you got the love hearts!”
Looking down at her bag, Amber did indeed have a bag of nothing but gummy hearts. Resisting the overwhelming urge to shudder and toss the bag away, she made herself open the bag, smiling gratefully at her sister.
“Thanks, Cassie, though you know I don’t really like gummies,” Amber said, rubbing her younger sister’s head.
“I know, but there was no chocolate left…” Cassie replied, grabbing a fistful of gummy bears from her bag and chomping into them. “Sowwy, Ambwer…”
“It’s… okay, I promise”.
Amber hated lying to Cassie, but between a small lie and having her sister have a complete and utter breakdown, she’d take the lie any day of the week. Reaching into her bag, Amber’s brow furrowed as her hand met not soft gummies, but some sort of card with ridged edges. Gripping the mystery object, she pulled out a bronze ticket. It meant nothing to her, but next to her, Cassie let out a gasp of awe.
“Y-You won!” Cassie stared at the ticket, then at her sister’s confused expression. “The ticket! You can go to the factory!”
“Factory? Tic…ket… ohhhhhh…”
Realization hit Amber as she stared down at the bronze ticket. She had found one of those tickets that allowed her to go to the factory, but why was hers bronze? Alisa had found a silver one, not a bronze one. How had she come in second place to her nemesis yet again?! Or was it third place? Either way, her ticket looked less cool than Alisa’s, and that annoyed her!
“Why… is mine bronze, though?” Amber asked, swallowing her anger and handing the ticket to Cassie. “Someone on the TV had a silver one”.
“Oh, there’s three types of tickets,” Cassie began to explain, looking rather happy at getting to hold one of the tickets. “There’s the bronze tickets, which let one person go on the tour. Then the silver ones, which let two people go! And then there’s super duper rare gold tickets that let five people go! Nobody’s found a gold one yet, though. Oh, and each ticket has a number on it, see?”
Cassie pointed to a large number stamped in the upper right of Amber’s ticket. She had number 4, which meant absolutely nothing to her yet looked oddly familiar to her. Almost like she had seen it somewhere before…
Ah, I remember… Silver bitch had number 4 as well, Amber recalled, remembering Alisa’s winning silver ticket. So those two got number 4 as well, which means… what, exactly? Batch number?
“What does the number mean?” Amber asked, her younger sister unusually informed about this whole ticket finding thing.
“That’s the tour number, so you’ll be on the fourth tour with the other number four people!” Cassie explained, handing the ticket back. “I’m kinda sad I gave you that bag now…”
“Awww, it’s okay, Cassie!” Amber chuckled, reaching out to hug her sibling, who sniffled sadly within her arms. “I’ll make sure to bring back loads of free stuff for you, okay?”
“Y-You promise?” Cassie asked with a weak smile, clearly upset that she hadn’t won. Even if she had, there was probably an age limit she didn’t meet, so Amber likely would have ended up with the ticket anyway. Either that, or her parents would have raffled it away.
“Of course, Cassie, I promise,” Amber held out her pinky finger. Cassie reached hers out in response, wrapping it around Amber’s. “See, pinky promise!”
“Thank you, Amber, you’re the best!”
Amber merely smiled in response, her mind racing. Tour group 4 with Adam and Alisa… she wasn’t too thrilled at the prospect of touring a candy factory with that thieving whore, but given that Adam would also be there, she could probably put up with her. Hell, maybe she’d even try to win him back and ruin her in the process? Or she could just enjoy the factory and all its treats, let go of her grudge for a few hours.
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