Flashback
“Hey, that’s cheating!” I shouted out at Theo who pulled out one of the pieces of the jenga that wasn’t the first piece he touched.
He turned to me with a look of disbelief while dangling the piece to his side. “How is that cheating? Is it written on the rulebook that says I can’t pick another piece to take from the tower?” He looked at me with a raised brow.
For the past half hour after we ran out of horror movies to watch, we decided to play jenga because it had been rotting away in my cabinet for who knows how long since my mom gave it to me as a gift.
So far, I was doing really great and I wasn’t going to let cheating pants Theo ruin my streak.
“I’m sure it does!” I told him, determined to prove him wrong I hurriedly got the rulebook and started scrolling page by pag
