"Dude, you sound fucking crazy." Spencer shook his head at his friend Dylan, who was driving them both to his house.
"No, dude, I swear, this shit actually works. I haven't really tried it out much, but I'm gonna prove it to you." Dylan said, trying to convince his friend.
"So you're telling me that a magical fucking rock on a string can make your wishes come true? That sounds crazy, dude." Spencer replied, almost convinced that his friend was going crazy.
Spencer and Dylan were driving home from school. It was a Friday afternoon, and they had an entire two weeks off for Spring Break. Normally, the pair would have made plans to go to the beach, but they weren't entirely up for it this year. The last year they had gone, it was overly crowded and everything was too expensive. Thinking back on it, Spencer would have preferred going to a crowded beach instead of going back to Dylan's house to look at some stupid rock. How could a damned rock grant wishes?
"No, dude, I swear, this shit actually works. I haven't really tried it out much, but I'm gonna prove it to you." Dylan said, trying to convince his friend.
"So you're telling me that a magical fucking rock on a string can make your wishes come true? That sounds crazy, dude." Spencer replied, almost convinced that his friend was going crazy.
Spencer and Dylan were driving home from school. It was a Friday afternoon, and they had an entire two weeks off for Spring Break. Normally, the pair would have made plans to go to the beach, but they weren't entirely up for it this year. The last year they had gone, it was overly crowded and everything was too expensive. Thinking back on it, Spencer would have preferred going to a crowded beach instead of going back to Dylan's house to look at some stupid rock. How could a damned rock grant wishes?