Instantly, the white wish hovering next to Bob turned a shimmering silver and began to glow intensely.
“Bob Trundle, have you made your wish already?” Santa chuckled.
“I couldn’t help it!” said Bob, panicking.
Everyone gasped as a bright red Christmas jumper appeared in his hands. Flashing lights were knitted into the wool, and there was a large, shiny Christmas bauble in the centre. With shaking hands, Bob pressed the bauble and ‘Jingle Bells’ began to play, the music echoing around the forest.
I had random.org select a page and it thought page 38 was a good one.
“All that body-slamming and kicking? Fake. The tension between rivals? Fake. Heck, even this gold belt? Fake! The winners are all decided beforehand. Good thing they picked you to win, huh?”
Isabella couldn’t believe the whole thing was staged. She felt like such a fraud. She wanted to win for real, not for fake. So she body-slammed Lucy. For real.