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Chapter 206

Chapter 206

Hanging upside down on the roller coaster as it plunged from its peak, Zebulon was hit by a wave of weightlessness. He screamed, and so did everyone else. It was the kind of scream that came from the thrill of the ride, not embarrassment.

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But next to him, Quinlyn was giggling with pure joy, her laughter making his scream feel just a bit more like a cry for help.

“Wow, the wind feels so good,” Quinlyn said, spreading her arms as if embracing freedom.

The next moment, Zebulon let out a shriek. “Hey! If you want to feel the wind, let go on your own. Why are you grabbing me?”

After one ride, Zebulon felt like he was about to collapse. He lay on a bench, barely conscious. Today, he’d pushed past his slight fear of heights just to play a prank.

But the target of his prank was still full of energy. Quinlyn checked the map. “Next is that one. Let’s go.”

Zebulon followed Quinlyn’s finger and saw the giant swing. The giant swing, the aerial ropeway, the flying over the horizon, the flying machine… Quinlyn seemed to have found a new kind of thrill, going for the wildest rides.

Finally, Zebulon squatted by the roadside, retching. His face was ghostly white. He waved his hands weakly, begging Quinlyn to stop. “No more… Please, Quin. One more ride and I’ll really die.”

Quinlyn looked conflicted. She hadn’t meant to torture him, but it was his money after all. She held the tickets and asked, “Can I go on by myself then?”

“Sure, please go ahead. I’ll wait for you here.” Zebulon wanted her gone, like a bad dream. He just hoped she’d leave quickly.

Quinlyn saw he was miserable, so she bought him a bottle of water and then skipped off to the next freefall ride.

Zebulon felt like he was dying. He collapsed on a bench and complained to his friend.

[Come to us with her. I promise she’ll learn a good lesson.]

[But my uncle said I could only take her to the amusement park.]

[It’s just a party with some old classmates. No big deal.]

Zebulon thought about it and agreed. ‘Humph, I’ll get even anyway.’

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from a nap and saw Quinlyn hopping back

you have

it was

up, Zebulon felt a twinge of irritation, like he’d outsmarted himself.

second, she held out a small

taken aback. He saw that it was a miniature astronaut. He couldn’t help but reach out and take it. “Where

the way she had come. The model was beautifully crafted and had been the first–prize award. When she left, all the kids were staring, envious.

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stop fiddling with the pendant. “How’d you know I liked this?”

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this astronaut on your shirt,” Quinlyn said and then added sincerely,

her clear eyes, and his fingers froze on the pendant. He felt a weird mix of emotions–like he’d planned to mess with her but ended up with a thank–you

go when you’re done.” He put away the pendant,

the cotton candy and followed him, her steps still light. She had a great time

racing. He really didn’t want to go to the party, but as soon as he texted

always a pushover, and he eventually

grab some food.

mouth still tingling with the sweetness of the candy she’d just finished. Her smile lingered, like she was still savoring

couldn’t help but wipe them away

back in town, making their

floor, Zebulon was immediately surrounded. “Zebulon, what a busy man you are. Had us waiting? Come on, have

like it, but then he remembered his father’s words–a grown man

She’s adorable.” Someone noticed Quinlyn. They showered

to having her cheeks pinched, a girl chimed in, “Why

instinctively glancing at

about her, Zebulon.

worried about her?” he shoved this guy and said with a laugh. “Come on, let’s go over there. I’m going to get my revenge

went to the board game area on the other side, laughing and playing The Werewolves of Millers Hollow. Midway through, Zebulon’s hand brushed against something in his pocket–the astronaut

time, someone came over and whispered, “Zoe’s clever. She’ll take care of your little burden

seconds to process what he’d just heard. Then, in a flash, he pushed away from the table and sprinted back

hands are so skillful. The clay

a short while, but she’d already sculpted three full–sized models, each with its own distinct style.